Brett Dennen - Who Do You Think You Are
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Where are all my old friends?
It’s been a long time gone
We’ve been drifting apart for so many years
I hope they’re still marching on
Some are probably happy with families,
working hard to get ahead
Some of them are lost, some are wandering,
and some of them are already dead
Who do you think you are?
It’s the life you made
Don’t be afraid, of the hands you played
There’s an old man sleeping in a parking lot.
I wonder what he dreams about
Businessmen in suits taking meetings over coffee
trying to buy each other out
There’s an officer, a senator,
a digger and a sewer, a beggar and a thief
They all sit at different tables
but they drink the same poison as me
The power went o

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[ti:Who Do You Think You Are]
[ar:Brett Dennen]
[al:Hope For The Hopeless]
[by:活在当下]
[00:01.12]Brett Dennen - Who Do You Think You Are
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[00:08.31] 卜超 制作
[00:18.20]
[00:20.82]Where are all my old friends?
[00:24.86]It’s been a long time gone
[00:29.45]We’ve been drifting apart for so many years
[00:34.55]I hope they’re still marching on
[00:38.37]Some are probably happy with families,
[00:43.81]working hard to get ahead
[00:49.17]Some of them are lost, some are wandering,
[00:53.90]and some of them are already dead
[03:11.80][01:54.75][00:57.22]
[03:31.09][03:12.04][02:14.27][01:55.30][00:57.50]Who do you think you are?
[03:35.49][03:16.35][02:19.05][01:59.64][01:01.91]It’s the life you made
[03:40.61][03:21.47][02:23.91][02:04.64][01:07.02]Don’t be afraid, of the hands you played
[03:53.27][01:14.82]
[01:17.55]There’s an old man sleeping in a parking lot.
[01:22.53]I wonder what he dreams about
[01:27.64]Businessmen in suits taking meetings over coffee
[01:31.78]trying to buy each other out
[01:36.39]There’s an officer, a senator,
[01:39.68]a digger and a sewer, a beggar and a thief
[01:46.32]They all sit at different tables
[01:50.18]but they drink the same poison as me
[02:32.11]
[02:34.34]The power went our, and the stars came out
[02:39.32]and I went out for a walk in the dark
[02:43.57]There were fireflies flitting
[02:46.56]and I heard poets spitting rhymes out in the park
[02:53.55]I felt myself drift up off the ground & I rose above the trees
[03:03.11]And I saw my life in photographs of faded memories