他和宋亚对视一眼，相互了然，现在焦头烂额的象党应该会很喜欢这首促人自省的歌。
“离开这里我们就回去录歌，粗糙点没关系，叶列莫夫，我要它在明天晚上之前出现在全米各地的电台里。还有bet，还有其他所有乐于让这首歌进入公众视野的电视台。”
开唱片公司的不会缺少乐器，大家很快进入排练状态，这次就连比较傲气的monsense都被宋亚折服了，“你确实很叼，aplus。”
“我知道。”宋亚回答。
晚上，接着抗议游行闹事的年轻黑人男子们冲到了克拉克街边，被宋亚组织起的人墙挡住了去路。
音乐响起。
ifeelthe微ghtoftheworldonmyshoulde
asi'mgettingolder，ya'llpeoplegetsolde
mostofusonlyareaboutmoneymakin'
selfishnessgotusfollowinthewrongdiretion
wronginformationalwaysshownbythemedia
negativeimagesisthemainriteria
infetingtheyoungmindsfasterthanbateria
kidswannaatlikewhattheyseeintheinema
whateverhappenedtothevaluesofhumanity?
whateverhappenedtothefairnessandequality
insteadofsprealovewespreadin'animosity
lakofundetandin'leausawayfrunity
that'sthereasonwhysetimesi'mfeelin'unde
that'sthereasonwhysetimesi'mfeelin'down
it'snowonderwhysetimesi'mfeelin'unde
gottakeepmyfaithalivetillloveisfound
nowaskyouelf
peoplekillin'
peopledyin'
childrenhurtandyouhearthemrying
willyoupratiewhatyoupreah
orwouldyouturntheotherheek
fatherfatherfather，helpusendseguidanefrabove
thesepeoplegotmegotmequestionin'
whereisthelove?
whereisthelove?
whereisthelove?
whereisthelove，thelove，mylove
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