| Run they said to a promised land
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| Run and find us a helping hand
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| Don’t come back till the sun is gone
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| Don’t come back till the war is won
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| We all set out with our hearts in hand
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| A cold wind covered up a line in the sand
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| All so young
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| Nothing to lose
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| Pieces of silver and a dead mans shoes
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| And oh do you know what I’m saying
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| Strike a light to guide us Somewhere
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| Tempest swells our worlds collide
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| Arrows from above and the salt in our eyes
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| Then as the sky began to bruise
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| We all sought shelter from the breaking news
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| Oh did I ever show you
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| All the great memorials, all the factory floors
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| And oh though you know I don’t know you
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| Now that were here
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| Let’s make them proud
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| On and on and on and on and on and on we go
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| Traipsing over bridges
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| Over corpses down below
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| And all the while we could have smiled
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| For one thing on our minds
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| The very thing you strive for
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| Is the thing that makes you blind
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| Run they said to a promised land
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| Run and find us a helping hand
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| Don’t come back till the sun is gone
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| Don’t come back till the war is won
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| Tempest high, stories tall
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| Thought that we learnt nothing at all
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| Then at last the day was saved
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| With flowers borrowed from a dead friends grave
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| And oh even still I don’t know you
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| Maybe I’ll show you
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| If you’ve eyes to see
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| And so farewell
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| And so farewell
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| And so farewell
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| And so farewell to it |