| Wash the blood from my hands
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| Take the pain from my heart
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| I just can’t understand
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| What it is that we do What’s the thread running through
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| The heritage of man
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| How can I justify to my child what we’re doing
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| When I can’t explain it myself
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| And if I close my eyes to the wild silent ruin
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| Then I’m just like everyone else
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| And I cry for their beauty; |
| I cry for their pain
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| And I cry that my child may not see them again
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| Will I leave her a legacy she’s being denied
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| Oh I pray that we will when I kiss her goodbye
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| How can I justify to my child what we’re doing
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| When I can’t explain it myself
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| And if I close my eyes to the wild silent ruin
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| Then I’m just like everyone else
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| Oh I dream of a time in the future
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| When we can renurture the damage we’ve done
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| For although there’s a dark side to all human nature
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| Our true selves are born in the sun
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| Our true selves are born in the sun
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| Please explain to me what we have done |