| Smoke, burning fields, I was caught in a crossfires' line
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| And I faught with the fear to be left behind
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| In this waste of kingdom that fell in flames
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| Kept awake by the screams of the falling friends who died by my side
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| Tears to fall down at the ink of the only son
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| With the fear, no more letters are yet to come
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| As you stare at a line that might turn to blood
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| When he falls
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| And you know that the last line he draws is a fireline
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| Chorus:
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| We know how to take a life, but we don’t know how to sleep at night
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| Tossing and turning, weeping and yearning
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| Oh, we are the ones with the fiery eyes
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| Years that you spent, so much love and caressing hand
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| Many nights you were sitting there by his side
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| There’s no right, someone dares to take your sense of life
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| And a king mustn’t sleep in a silky pillow while your son dies
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| Chorus |