Текст песни Soldiers - Amanda Delara

Young, awake and disturbed
On the run from the world
(Runnin′ for my life
Runnin' for my)
Wicked′s on every corner
Every day is a warzone
(All they do is lie
All they do is lie)

At night I reach for safer grounds
And dream about a place
Where rain is soft
At times I want to raise the dead
Bring them to their doorstep saying

We're not soldiers
We're not soldiers
We′ll be comin′ for ya
Comin' for ya
We′re not soldiers
We're not soldiers
We′ll be comin' for ya
Comin′ for ya

One bullet for my mother
My sister and brother
(Don't push me out of line
Push me out of)
Give my life to a stranger
My blood on their paycheck
(Don't push me out of line
Push me out of)

I wrote this tragic symphony
So take a seat and please enjoy the show
(Oh we know, you′ll stay home)
Don′t you worry, we will play it
Loud enough for you to hear that

We're not soldiers
We′re not soldiers
We'll be comin′ for ya
Comin' for ya
We′re not soldiers
We're not soldiers
We'll be comin′ for ya
Comin′ for ya

We're not soldiers
We′re not soldiers
We'll be comin′ for ya
Comin' for ya

We′re not soldiers
We're not soldiers
We'll be comin′ for ya
Comin′ for ya
We're not soldiers
We′re not soldiers
We'll be comin′ for ya
Comin' for ya

We′re not soldiers
We're not soldiers
We'll be comin′ for ya
Comin′ for ya