| Glistening nighttime dew, and she is walking with me
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| From the house of red, I hear a child crying
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| Foxes heading home, their prey hangs from their jaws
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| And the forest knows, but it won’t share the secret
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| When the king takes sides
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| Leaving moral minds; |
| soldiers take their share
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| Nighthawks seem to sense that now is the time
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| Deep inside them burns the raging fire of life
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| He’ll take back what he owns
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| Death cannot take hold, if I can keep momentum
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| Fortresses of stone, turn into crystal tears
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| Soothed by southern winds; |
| I’ve found my strength now
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| And nobody knows, and we must keep their secret
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| When the king takes sides
|
| Leaving moral minds; |
| soldiers take their share
|
| Nighthawks seem to sense that now is the time
|
| Deep inside them burns the raging fire of life
|
| He’ll take back what he owns
|
| When the king takes sides
|
| Leaving moral minds; |
| soldiers take their share
|
| Nighthawks seem to sense that now is the time
|
| Deep inside them burns the raging fire of life
|
| He’ll take back what he owns |