| Flowers from fields they come to a burial
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| That’s why our mothers, they can’t sleep enough
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| They can’t sleep enough
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| Seagulls come to shore, to your father
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| He’s standing on the edge right back to the dawn
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| Colours and glimpse had gone to the catacombs
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| That’s why our mothers, holy mothers, they can’t sleep enough
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| Open your gates to the shore
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| Open your gates to the shore
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| Seagulls come to shore, to your pa
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| He’s standing on the edge right back to the dawn
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| Open your gates to the shore
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| Open your gates to the shore, brother |