| Fast asleep in the dawn of ages
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| The soul of every child
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| Has waited to be born a stranger
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| Underneath the drum of his mothers heart
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| Lying deep in a dream of darkness
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| Where fear has never gone
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| Each spark of a life is started
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| Blind and pure to the world we come
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| Blind and pure to the world we come
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| Each of us a dancer to the drum
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| Each of us a dancer to the drum
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| Blind and pure we come
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| One is born into a life of hunger
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| One will be a king or a rich man’s son
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| One will kill out of greed or anger
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| One will give his life for another one
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| There are smiles in the lies of innocence
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| There are blooms in the walls of stone
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| And we will see ourselves
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| In the eyes of everyone we have ever known
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| Everyone we have ever known
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| And the heart, the heart will ever be a witness
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| And precious time, no treasure is worth
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| And the child, the child will carry our existence
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| Through the days that we have on earth
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| Each of us a dancer to the drum
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| Each of us a dancer to the drum
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| Blind and pure we come
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| Fast asleep in the dawn of ages
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| The soul of every child
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| Has waited to be born a stranger
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| Underneath the drum of his mothers heart |