| Often I wake from a dream
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| A nightmare that could have been seen by all of us
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| Fools
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| A city of squalor now while washed in colour and screams
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| How we screamed
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| The girl in the burnt out car
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| Eyes shouldn’t see that far
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| Can you feel the waves
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| Crashing on your skin
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| Washing over
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| Light becomes all light
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| I walk through the fields of grey
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| People of honour cast statues of horror and shame
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| I come to the end of the line
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| A girl with a look in her eye one thousand yards long
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| It’s the girl in the burnt out car
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| Eyes shouldn’t see that far
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| Can you feel the waves
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| Crashing on your skin
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| Washing over
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| Light becomes all light
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| Statues of shame
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| Watch as they fall away, watch as they all come down
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| Watch as they fall away, watch as they all come down
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| Though they never said goodbye
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| Goodbye
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| I think I’ve seen her face before
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| In my dreams I waited for
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| Goodbye
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| I think I’ve seen her face before
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| In my dreams I waited for |