| Take a look at that child — living in a zone of war
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| It could be yours or mine but not for very long
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| For now it’s judgement’s day, tonite it will be killed
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| But maybe in your dreams it comes around again
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| To tell you lovely things about a paradise
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| Where everything is clean and everybody’s nice
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| And everything is love and everything is light
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| Where Mom and Papa wait to kiss you good night
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| Oh mighty Jesus, where is the sky?
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| Where is that great wide open
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| Where I used to fly?
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| Where went my strength and anger
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| Who takes the blame?
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| Are we just lost in life — without an aim?
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| Oh mother Mary, where have we gone?
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| So far away from you and from the sun
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| I send you all my love
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| In a handful of darkness
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| And all the things you’ve done
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| And all the things you’ve seen
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| And all the books you’ve read
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| Are spinning in your head
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| And every time you leave and every time you stay
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| You’ll always turn around and think about the day
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| There’s not much we can do There’s not much we could say
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| It’s all about the things we do from day to day
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| And all the things we’ve done
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| And all the things we’ve seen
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| And all the books we’ve read
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| Stay somewhere in our heads
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| Oh mighty Jesus, where is the sky?
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| Where is that great wide open
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| Where I used to fly?
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| Where went my pride and courage
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| Who takes the blame?
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| Are we just lost in hate — without an aim?
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| Oh mother Mary, where have I gone?
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| So far away from home and from the sun
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| I send you all my hopes
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| In a handful of darkness
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| Just take a look at that child… |