| Horses and chariots, churches and states
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| Devotion turns dangerous when armed with rules of faith
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| Prisoners and patriots, angels and saints
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| If minds are persuaded enough compassion turns to hate
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| So when the tide comes to bury us, together we must stay
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| Don’t let their horses and chariots drag our love away
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| No!
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| Borders and boundary signs drawn by red tape
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| Those who colour outside of the lines define the human race
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| Warlords and suffering eyes, soldiers and slaves
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| The side of the fence that we climb determines who’s afraid
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| So when the tide comes to bury us, together we must stay
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| Don’t let their horses and chariots drag our love away
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| Until we swallow our pride our hearts will collide
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| And the skies of hysteria will come rain down on you
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| Cleanse the salt from the hands who divide our world in two
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| So when the tide comes to bury us
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| We’re lucky to live while so many die
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| Don’t let the horses and chariots
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| If only we saw the view from their eyes
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| Until we swallow our pride
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| We’ve chosen a faith, we’ve chosen a side
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| Until we swallow our pride our hearts will collide |