| The little creatures run in from the cold
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| Back to the nest just like the days of old
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| There in the safety of a mother’s arms
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| The warmth of ages, far away from harm again.
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| Ears ringin’from the battle fire
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| The tired warrior aims a little higher
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| The black falcon or the little sparrow
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| The healing light or the flash of the barrel.
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| No one wins
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| It’s a war of man,
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| No one wins
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| It’s a war of man.
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| Silver mane flyin’in the wind
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| Down through the planets on the run again
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| No one knows where they’re runnin’to
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| But every kind is comin’two by two.
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| Out on the delta where the hoofbeats pound
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| The daddy’s runnin’on the frozen ground
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| Can’t smell the poison as it follows him
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| Can’t see the gas and machines, it’s a war of man.
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| No one wins
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| It’s a war of man,
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| No one wins
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| It’s a war of man.
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| The windows open and the little girl dreams
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| The sky’s her playground as she mounts her steed
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| Across the heavens to the other side
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| On wings of magic does the little girl ride.
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| The baby creatures run in from the cold
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| Back to the nest just like the days of old
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| There in the safety of a mother’s arms
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| The warmth of ages, far away from harm again.
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| No one wins
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| It’s a war of man,
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| No one wins
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| It’s a war of man,
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| No one wins. |