| The devil waits in a still cloud
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| Please don’t go in there
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| Please don’t go in there
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| Dry winds cracking in the eastern fields
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| He’s holding a number
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| Searching for shelter, shelter
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| One day on the cover of a magazine
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| Fallen birds without their wings
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| It’s 1944 all over again
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| Silver medals in the running, running
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| Heal us, save us
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| Open your heavenly gates for us
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| We pray on bended knee
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| (Bended, bended)
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| Peace on your door
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| Comes at a price too high
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| For you to ignore
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| Faith on your tomb
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| Fight for a life we find
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| What have you got to lose
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| Clarities are only for the trinity
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| Pledge your allegience and your slavery
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| Fighting for a god as if you know what it means
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| Real indignation, but part of a team, a team
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| Feed us, save us
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| Open your heavenly gates for us
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| We pray on bended knee
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| (Bended, bended)
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| Peace on your door
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| Comes at a price too high
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| For you to ignore
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| Faith on your dunes
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| Fight for a life we find
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| What’ve you got to lose
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| Even though the little ones will never really get it
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| Even though the little ones will never really get it
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| I run directly to the sun
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| Even though the little ones will never really get it
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| Even though the little ones will never really get it
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| I run directly to the sun
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| Even though the little ones will never really get it
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| Even though the little ones will never really get it
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| I run, I run directly to the sun |