الكلمات الأصلية
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Oh little brother
Are you crashing down?
No metter if those roots are tough, we’ll tear them all
I'll be your legs running down the hills
Now or never
Your smile will be the blast of our grace
Souls full of bright rays
Oh little brother
Is your whisper loud?
But even if those fists are weak I'll let you so proud
You're my witness, you're my mate
I'll be your arms
And I'll be the callus of your hands
No pain, no love
Go, go, go
Fast and forward
We move this chair
Spinning wheels like
A windmill inside a hurricane
