歌词Between The Cracks

[ti:Between The Cracks]
[ar:John Mark McMillan]
[al:The Medicine]
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[00:02.00]John Mark McMillan - Between The Cracks
[00:07.00]LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
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[00:27.13]Hope grows between
[00:28.94]the cracks in the asphalt
[00:31.05]in the down downtown
[00:32.40]ghetto streets that contour the government
[00:36.35]housing intentions of my heart
[00:42.70]And no one notices
[00:44.88]the daisies don't care
[00:46.89]about gang related violence
[00:49.12]as long as they get enough air and water and sun
[00:53.89]they're all just fine
[02:07.26][00:59.07]Who would have thought it but life is finding a way
[01:03.79]through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain
[02:18.87][01:10.75]There's a man down here somewhere between
[02:22.71][01:14.76]those Saturday cartoons and the dirty magazines
[01:18.83]He's raising the dead in graveyards
[02:30.91][01:22.44]where we've laid down our dreams
[02:33.75][01:25.85]and His name is hope
[01:35.10]Hope stands high
[01:36.78]on the fifteenth floor
[01:38.76]of a Christmas tree perched
[01:40.93]about the ledge
[01:42.12]of a fortress of steel
[01:43.81]that's trying too hard
[01:45.83]to be somebody's home
[01:50.67]as it seized
[01:51.90]my attention from I-85
[01:54.78]though the throes of the day were
[01:57.09]still writhing inside
[01:58.68]I lifted my head
[02:00.78]as I drove home that night
[02:02.88]and knew that everything was gonna be fine.
[02:11.92]through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain.
[02:26.94]He's raising the dead in graveyards
[03:45.98][03:38.18][03:29.79][03:21.81][03:14.25][03:05.84]His name is hope
[03:53.44][03:41.23][03:33.18][03:25.51][03:17.45][03:09.01]everybody needs a little
[04:30.63]Can hear him outside
[04:32.87]He's been singing all night
[04:34.76]He's saying, "When are you gonna
[04:36.30]come out from behind
[04:38.91]these paper thin walls of your
[04:41.25]cardboard box reality.