| I carried you in my arms
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| Through the hotel to our room
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| The night was filled with music
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| Those old historic tunes
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| Songs of revolution
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| Filled our hearts and fed our souls
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| As the fireworks exploded
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| Like those cannons long ago
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| See the kids in the candlelight
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| Spirits on the mend
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| Every golden child tonight
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| Just changes on the wind
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| See the kids in the candlelight
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| See them shining bright
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| Innocence beyond the fight
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| See the kids in the candlelight
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| Five hundred wooden saints below
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| The color’s cracked and dry
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| You said their stories should be told
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| Did they suffer when they died?
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| Give us your tradition
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| Give us hope and send us home
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| We’ll be the cracked bells tolling
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| The voice of dust and bones
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| The pillow that you dream on
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| Lies rolled up on the floor
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| You tossed it at the TV screen
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| At the drug lord and his war
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| Thinking of the courtyard
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| Forced a tear from your eye
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| The white shirts in the moonlight
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| The warm forgiving smiles
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah |