| Forgotten scars remind us of
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| Too much war, too little love
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| Beneath the fault-line truth to burn
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| Within the page so much to learn
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| Wounded birds look to us
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| Who can heal? |
| Who to trust
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| Bring down the giants old and new
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| Strike up the band and waltz on through
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| I was shaking with a fever
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| When the last good horse went down
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| We were just a couple dancing
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| Where a thousand kings were crowned
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| Shaking with a fever
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| Before the white flag flew
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| And the ballroom opened up to us
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| And the dancers danced on through
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| Love in ruins, torn apart
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| Victims of the careless heart
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| Skating on the cold grey ice
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| Before the flood toward the light
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| Muddy boots to shiny shoes
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| Headlines screaming out the news
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| From dirt and damp to hardwood floors
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| Beyond the burned out broken walls
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| And the dancers danced on through |