| They say the skies of Lebanon are burning
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| Those mighty cedars bleedin' in the heat
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| They’re showing pictures on the television
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| Women and children dying in the street
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| And we’re still at it in our own place
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| Still tryin' to reach the future through the past
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| Still tryin' to carve tomorrow from a tombstone…
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| But Hey! |
| Don’t listen to me! |
| This wasn’t meant to be no sad song
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| We’ve heard too much of that before
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| Right now I only want to be here with you Till the morning dew comes falling
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| And I wanna take you to the island Trace your footprints in the sand
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| And in the evening when the sun goes down We’ll make love to the sound of the
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| ocean
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| They’re raising banners over by the markets
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| Whitewashing slogans on the shipyard walls
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| Witchdoctors praying for a mighty showdown No way our holy flag is gonna' fall
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| Up here we sacrifice our children To feed the worn-out dreams of yesterday And
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| teach them dying will lead us into glory…
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| But Hey! |
| Don’t listen to me! |
| cause' this wasn’t meant to be no sad song
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| I’ve sung too much of that before
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| Right now I only want to be here with you Till the morning dew comes falling I
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| wanna take you to the island And trace your footprints in the sand
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| And in the evening when there’s no one around We’ll make love to the sound of
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| the ocean
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| Now I know us plain folks don’t see all the story
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| And I know this peace and love’s just copping out
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| And I guess these young boys dying in the ditches Is just what being free is
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| all about
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| And how this twisted wreckage down on main street Will bring us all together in
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| the end
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| And we’ll go marching down the road to freedom… Freedom… Freedom |