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Hope grows between the cracks in the asphalt in the downtown ghetto streets that contour the government housing intentions of my heart No one notices the daisies don't care about gang related violence as long as they get enough air and water and sun They're all just fine Who would've thought it but life is finding a way through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain There's a man down here somewhere between those Saturday cartooons and the dirty magazines He's raising the dead in the graveyards where we've laid down our dreams and his name is Hope Hope stands high on the 15th floor of a Christmas tree perched about the ledge of a fortress of steel that's trying to hard to be somebody's home As it ceased my attention from I-85 though the throes of the day Were still writhing inside I lifted my head as I drove home that night and knew everything was gonna be fine Who would've thought it but life is finding a way Letras de cancionesthrough this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain (through this wasteland of cynics, concrete and pain)There's a man down here somewhere between those Saturday cartooons and the dirty magazines He's raising the dead in the graveyards where we've laid down our dreams and his name is HopeHis name is hopeEverybody needs a littleHis name is hopeEverybody needs a littleHis name is hopeEverybody needs a littleHis name is hopeEverybody wants a littleHis name is hopeEverybody wants a littleHis name is hopeEverybody needs a little!(In this wasteland of cynics, concrete and pain)There's a man down here somewhere between those Saturday cartooons and the dirty magazines He's raising the dead in the graveyards where we've laid down our dreams and his name is HopeCan you hear him outside?He's been singing all nightHe's saying when you gonna come out from behind those paper-thin walls of your cardboad box reality?--(Alternate ending)--There's a man down here not worried or afraid that some politician forgot all the promises he made And he's raising the dead in the graveyards where we've laid down our dreams and His name is Hope Can you hear him outside he's been singing all night He's saying when you gonna come out from behind These paper thin walls, your cardboard box realities?Who would've thought it but life is finding a way through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain There's a man down here not worried or afraid that some politician forgot all the promises he made And he's raising the dreams in the graveyards where we've laid down our dead His name is Hope From Letras Mania