| These mist covered mountains
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| Are a home now for me
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| But my home is the lowlands
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| And always will be
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| Some day you'll return to
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| Your valleys and your farms
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| And you'll no longer burn
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| To be brothers in arm
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| Through these fields of destruction
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| Baptism of fire
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| I've witnessed your suffering
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| As the battles raged higher
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| And though they did hurt me so bad
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| In the fear and alarm
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| You did not desert me
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| My brothers in arms
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| There's so many different worlds
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| So many different suns
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| And we have just one world
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| But we live in different ones
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| Now the sun's gone to hell
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| And the moon's riding high
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| Let me bid you farewell
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| Every man has to die
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| But it's written in the starlight
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| And every line on your palm
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| We're fools to make war
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| On our brothers in arms |