| Miles away
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| The light in the distance looks miles away
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| Tired of resistance and turned away
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| Going back to the Holy land
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| Last night your anger was born again
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| Carry the torch in your heart
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| And your anger on the vine
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| Still buried in your pride
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| And when the morning sighs
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| And when the rains fall dry
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| Scarring the mountainside
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| They burn the bridges down
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| And when the laughter dies
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| Can’t you see beyond the lines
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| Waving the last goodbye
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| Gonna burn these bridges down
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| Home again
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| Marching in circles, we’re home again
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| Carry the torch in your heart
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| And your anger on the vine
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| Still buried in your pride
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| And when the morning sighs
|
| And when the rains fall dry
|
| Scarring the mountainside
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| They burn the bridges down
|
| And when the laughter dies
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| Can’t you see beyond the lines
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| Waving the last goodbye
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| Gonna burn these bridges down |