Roland Bowman 911010845 Letras:
(Intro) It was a Tuesday mornin'. Eleventh of
September, Two Thousand and One. When I got the
news. 9 1 1 0 1 0 8 4 5. About Eight Forty Five. A
plane crashed in America. It was so sad. I was so
mad. Who is to blame? So insane. It's not easy to
talk about, such a tragedy.Who will be next? Make
no mistake, we will show the world, that we will
past this test. instrumental break Twas the South
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side of Manhattan. High above the city in Twin
Towers of steel. Explosions in the sky. 9 1 1 0 1
0 8 4 5. There was chaos and destruction, such a
massive execution. 9 1 1 0 1 0 8 4 5, I heard them
scream. Like a bad dream. The walls came
tum-bl-ing down. In scattered graves on the
ground. It's not easy to talk about, such a
tragedy.Who will be next? Make no mistake, we will
show the world, that we will past this test.
Ending...
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