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Oh Industry
Bette Midler
I am the captain and this is my shrine.
Lord of the manor. See what I leave behind.
River in flames, cities on fire.
Yes, I'm a relic trapped in the wire.
Hydrogen fuel, it burns so clean,
throbs in the veins; a mother lovin' machine.
constantly serving 'til death do us part.
She is my wife. Her mechanical heart
Now a glorious war draws to a close.
Oh industry, whatever will become of me?
The yellow winds blow. And I have to know.
What have I ever done?
Soon the cruel rains will start.
Is it true we must part company?
Oh industry, whatever will become of me?
Where did I go wrong?
Joined at the hip; pain, hunger and I,
leave our gift to the world 'neath the phosphorous sky.
A labor of love is the truest of all.
But will I be forsaken after the fall?
The yellow winds blow. And I have to know.
Now a glorious war draws to a close.
Oh industry, whatever will become of me?
Oh industry, whatever will become of me?
Nothing after the flood but the fire and the mud's prophecy.
Of me?
Industry, charity, faith, hope.
Industry, charity, faith, hope.
Industry, charity, faith, hope.
Industry, charity, faith, hope.
Industry, charity, faith, hope
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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