John Mark McMillan - Between The Cracks LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang @ @ Hope grows between the cracks in the asphalt in the down downtown ghetto streets that contour the government housing intentions of my heart And no one notices the daisies don't care about gang related violence as long as they get enough air and water and sun they're all just fine Who would have thought it but life is finding a way through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain There's a man down here somewhere between those Saturday cartoons and the dirty magazines He's raising the dead in graveyards where we've laid down our dreams and His name is hope Hope stands high on the fifteenth floor of a Christmas tree perched about the ledge of a点击下载LRC歌词
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[ti:Between The Cracks] [ar:John Mark McMillan] [al:The Medicine] [by: ] [00:02.00]John Mark McMillan - Between The Cracks [00:07.00]LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang [00:12.00]@ @ [04:45.82][03:58.53][03:45.15][03:36.89][03:28.68][03:21.43][03:12.61][02:37.36][02:06.49][01:49.09][01:29.21][00:56.81][00:40.92][00:17.00] [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.