| Must it take a life for hateful eyes
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| To glisten once again
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| Five hundred years like gelignite
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| Have blown us all to hell
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| What savior rests while on his cross we die
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| Forgotten freedom burns
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| Has the Shepherd led his lambs astray
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| To the bigot and the gun
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| Must it take a life for hateful eyes
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| To glisten once again
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| Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
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| Singin' drunken lullabies
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| I watch and stare as Roisin’s eyes
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| Turn a darker shade of red
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| And the bullet with this sniper lie
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| In their bloody gutless cell
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| Must we starve on crumbs from long ago
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| Through bars these men made steel
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| Is it a great or little thing we fought
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| Knelt the conscience blessed to kill
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| Must it take a life for hateful eyes
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| To glisten once again
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| Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
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| Singin' drunken lullabies
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| Ah, but maybe it’s the way we were taught
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| Or maybe it`s the way we thought
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| But a smile never grins without tears to begin
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| For each kiss is a cry we all lost
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| Though nothing is left to gain
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| But for the banshee that stole the grave
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| Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
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| Singin' drunken lullabies
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| I sit in and dwell on faces past
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| Like memories seem to fade
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| No color left, but black and white
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| And soon we’ll all turn grey
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| But may these shadows rise to walk again
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| With lessons truly learnt
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| When the blossom flowers in each our hearts
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| Shall beat a new found flame
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| Must it take a life for hateful eyes
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| To glisten once again
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| Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
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| Singin' drunken lullabies |