| One Had vision
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| One came bringing its doom
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| One saw napalm
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| One heard the man in the moon
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| We were children of promise
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| We were heirs to their dreams
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| Tell me, why then is the hand slow
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| And the dog bites, well, I don’t know
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| But the sky will fall
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| And heads will roll
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| And it’s all that we can do
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| To wait for the healing
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| Hungry hearted reason coming of age
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| Running headlong into the the latest rage
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| Always reaching within us
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| Claiming the answers are there
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| Tell me, why then is the hand slow
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| And the dog bites, well, I don’t know
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| But the sky will fall
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| And heads will roll
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| And it’s all that we can do
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| To wait for the healing
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| For to carry on
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| For to stand when all is said and done
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| In the shadow of the rising sun
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| Longing, waiting for the healing
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| We are children of promise
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| We are heirs to their dreams
|
| Tell me, why then is the hand slow
|
| And the dog bites, well, I don’t know
|
| But the sky will fall
|
| And heads will roll
|
| And it’s all that we can do
|
| To wait for the healing
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| For to carry on
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| For to stand when all is said and done
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| In the shadow of the rising sun
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| Longing, waiting for the healing |