We
still have tomorrow
There
is a hope yet for us
No
doubt we may feel the worst
The
dragnet pulling us through
The
painted flowers bloom
It
captivates the eyes and minds
Once
we stop to admire it
For
a while we tend to forget
The
whirring sound in our ears
The
negatives keep flowing in the air
How
long will we stomach it?
The
fools on puppet on the strings
In
our minds we still have tomorrow
We
have to make it counts this time
We
can't be living in different set of laws
The
nation cry for us to wake up and change
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