(Intro) It was a Tuesday mornin'. Eleventh of September, Two Thousand and One. When I got the news. 9 1 1 0 1 0 8 4 5. About Eight Forty Five. A plane crashed in America.
It was so sad. I was so mad. Who is to blame? So insane.
It's not easy to talk about, such a tragedy.Who will be next? Make no mistake, we will show the world, that we will past this test.
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Twas the South side of Manhattan. High above the city in Twin Towers of steel. Explosions in the sky. 9 1 1 0 1 0 8 4 5. There was chaos and destruction, such a massive execution. 9 1 1 0 1 0 8 4 5, I heard them scream. Like a bad dream. The walls came tum-bl-ing down. In scattered graves on the ground.
It's not easy to talk about, such a tragedy.Who will be next? Make no mistake, we will show the world, that we will past this test.
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