| Once I had a home
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| I still have the key
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| I take it everywhere I go
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| To prove that all I’ve said is so
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| And all the world can see
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| The walls were painted blue
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| The front door carved by hand
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| And generations of my kin
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| And strangers, all were welcomed in
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| When they walked upon my land
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| Pray for us all
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| And the nameless, the fallen
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| The faceless forgotten
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| Once I had a home
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| Olive trees once grew
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| Where mounds of rubble stand
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| A man can feel himself a king
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| When water flows from well and spring
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| And peaceful is the land
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| Pray for us all…
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| The stars shine down on bone and skin
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| On wire and walls that hold us in
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| On roads that can’t lead home again
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| Pray for us all… |