| Everywhere they gathered on that day
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| Poppies worn with pride
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| And in a land torn apart by hate
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| People came to pray
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| It was a time of hope, a time of peace
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| A time for a change
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| But in a moment all was raised to the ground
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| Could it ever be the same?
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| Some mother’s son or daughter lay in wait
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| And blew some mother’s child away
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| And every dream we dream
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| We have to pay the price
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| In God’s name what have we become?
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| On Remembrance Day
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| On Remembrance Day
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| Through the hell a father dug with his bare hands
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| Still standing firm in his belief
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| He asked forgiveness for the one who’d taken life
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| I’m sure I heard the heavens cry
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| And as the grey reality of violence leaves its scar
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| The pictures tell the story more than words
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| A sense of survival might teach us all we know
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| But there’s another way for voices to be heard
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| Some mother’s son or daughter lay in wait
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| And blew some mother’s child away
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| And every dream we dream
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| We have to pay the price
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| In God’s name what have we become?
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| On Remembrance Day
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| On Remembrance Day
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| -Solo-
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| Some mother’s son or daughter lay in wait
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| And blew some mother’s child away
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| And every dream we dream
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| We have to pay the price
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| In God’s name what have we become?
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| On Remembrance Day
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| On Remembrance Day
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| I pray they find a peace
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| In a great and proud land
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| Where their sons and daughters
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| Will walk hand in hand
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| And all the hearts will beat
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| To the sound of one drum
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| When the streets no more
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| Echo the gun
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| I pray they find a peace
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| In a great and proud land
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| Where their sons and daughters
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| Will walk hand in hand
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| And all the hearts will beat
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| To the sound of one drum
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| When the streets no more
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| Echo the gun
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| I pray they find a peace
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| In a great and proud land
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| Where their sons and daughters
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| Will walk hand in hand
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| And all the hearts will beat
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| To the sound of one drum
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| When the streets no more
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| Echo the gun
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| I pray they find a peace
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| In a great and proud land
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| Where their sons and daughters
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| Will walk hand in hand
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| And all the hearts will beat
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| To the sound of one drum
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| When the streets no more
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| Echo the gun |