| We met on the beach amid rumours of war
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| Your head in your hand, what you saw you won’t say
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| As the newspapers flew in the wind
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| I can see you’re one of that kind
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| Who carry ‘round a time bomb in their mind, no one knows
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| When you’ll slip the pin
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| Rumours of war, rumours of war
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| I see that your dress is torn at the edge
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| You were lost, intense, like a man on a ledge, waiting to jump
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| As the waves break over the shore
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| You say there’s a storm that can’t be delayed
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| And lately it seems to be comin' this way, you can hear it break
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| Like the slam of a door
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| Rumours of war, rumours of war
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| You tell me, just look all around
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| At the past and the present, the cross and the crescent
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| The signs and the planets are lining up like before
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| There are souls on fire in the day and the night
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| On the left and the right, in the black and the white
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| You can see it burn in the eyes of the rich and the poor
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| Rumours of war, rumours of war
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| Rumours of war, rumours of war |