Paroles Belly of the Lion de John Mark McMillan

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Dance the danceWe call living and dyingIn the valley of the cityin the belly of the lionWork all week longAll week longYou can lose your soulIn the concrete riverbedsRolling with the flowOf the currents of the walking deadsFive comes and you're a rolling stoneDays like theseWe've got nothing to sing aboutDays like theseI don't know what I think aboutDay like theseWho would've knownDays like theseI've got nothing to sing aboutDays like theseI don't know what I think aboutDay like theseWho would've knownListen to the rhythmOf the pawn shop shoreGot you falling off your hingesLike that old screen porchIt's the interstate slipping in your pores againYou can ride the veinFrom the corner store to AmsterdamYou can bleed the trainFrom the courthouse to the VaticanBut Friday she's a ghostAnd gonna slip right through your hands againDays like theseI've got nothing to sing aboutDays like theseI don't know what I think aboutDay like theseWho would've knownDays like theseI don't know what I think aboutDays like theseI've got nothing to sing aboutDays like theseWho would've knownSo dance the danceWe call living and dyingIn the valley of the cityin the belly of the lionWe work all week longAll week longYou can lose your soulIn the concrete riverbedsRolling with the flowOf the currents of the walking deadsFive comes and you're a rolling stoneDays like theseI've got nothing to sing aboutDays like theseI don't know what I think aboutDay like theseWho would've knownDays like theseI don't know what I think aboutDays like theseI've got nothing to sing aboutDay like theseWho would've known

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