Hands Held High# Rock - 摇滚音乐
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Turn my mic up louder,
I got to say something.
Lightweights step it aside,
when we coming.
Feel it in your chest,
the syllables get pumping.
People on the street,
they panic and start running.
Words on loose leaf,
sheet complete coming.
I jump in my mind,
I summon the rhyme I’m dumping.
Feeling the blind,
I promise to let the sun in.
Sick of the dark ways,
we march to the drumming.
Jump when they tell us
they want to see jum
I got to say something.
Lightweights step it aside,
when we coming.
Feel it in your chest,
the syllables get pumping.
People on the street,
they panic and start running.
Words on loose leaf,
sheet complete coming.
I jump in my mind,
I summon the rhyme I’m dumping.
Feeling the blind,
I promise to let the sun in.
Sick of the dark ways,
we march to the drumming.
Jump when they tell us
they want to see jum