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点击复制I remember dad's faded eyes
Grease so deep in every line
He says to me,"This city built
the world with our hands
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With a quiet but certain pride
No plant's hum is the real crime
No truly work,just killing time
Your paint all chipped
I see the steel
We shared a sam e and single meal
You're tired ,I'll hide the grimeYou fired up each dawn for me
Put purpose in my need
We played our part
for what should us be
They say we're obsolete
I have learned your every creed
What better life could be finally
We briefly touched the future bright
And thought that was the world always right
If fate would square the debt it's owed
If rubble let the story told
I will remember what they built before
My calloused hands once held the light
And dreamed that work would make it right
If rust could wash the years away
If worn-out tools could find their way
I will keep the spark which has left today