歌词
Sad are the eyes, yet no tears.
The flight of the wild geese brings a new hope--rescue from all this.
Old friends, and those that we've found.
What chance, to make it last?
When there's danger all around, and reason just ups and disappears.
Time is running out.
There is so much to be done--Tell me what more, what more, what more can we do?
There are promises made, plans firmly laid.
Now madness prevails, lives will be ended!
What more, what more, what more can we do?
What chance, to make it last?
What more, what more can we do?
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