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Green Fields
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I was walking through those green fields
As I walked I could hear their screams
I was walking through those gray graves
As I walked I could see myself.
Fields of crosses, fields of innocence
Who could kill them?… No one understands
They were born to die, they were born to die.
They died for something you don’t mind
They were dying but we were so blind
Not anyone can say “I’m sorry, your son was born to die”…
Their parents cry and you know why.
I was walking through those green fields
As I walked I could feel a chill
I was walking through those gray graves
As I walked I could read your name,
could see your face, I saw you dead.
Fields of crosses, fields of innocence
Who could kill them?… No one understands
They were born to die, they were born to die.
They died for something you don’t mind
They were dying but we were so blind
Not anyone can say “I’m sorry, your son was born to die”…
Their parents cry and you know why they died.
They died but they’d have to be alive
Alive, alive, yeah, yeah
Alive! They live in those green fields
They were born to live
They live in those green fields.
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I was walking through those green fields
As I walked I could hear their screams
I was walking through those gray graves
As I walked I could see myself.
Fields of crosses, fields of innocence
Who could kill them?… No one understands
They were born to die, they were born to die.
They died for something you don’t mind
They were dying but we were so blind
Not anyone can say “I’m sorry, your son was born to die”…
Their parents cry and you know why.
I was walking through those green fields
As I walked I could feel a chill
I was walking through those gray graves
As I walked I could read your name,
could see your face, I saw you dead.
Fields of crosses, fields of innocence
Who could kill them?… No one understands
They were born to die, they were born to die.
They died for something you don’t mind
They were dying but we were so blind
Not anyone can say “I’m sorry, your son was born to die”…
Their parents cry and you know why they died.
They died but they’d have to be alive
Alive, alive, yeah, yeah
Alive! They live in those green fields
They were born to live
They live in those green fields.
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Ginsonic Beat Barcelona, Spain
Ginsonic Beat is all about music made with passion and sharing it with YOU. We make pop-rock songs with a little bit of funk with a unique yet familiar sound rooted in the 80s/90s and varied musical influences. We attempt to make positive and vibrant songs, which are about feelings, emotions and human stories. We put our heart and soul into our music and we hope you enjoy it as much as we do! ... more
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