| Time has come on this hallowed day
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| All the voices I here all the passion play
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| And I do it all for you, all the little things you do
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| I have seen in your eyes, I have seen deep inside
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| But the battle has led me to you
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| I walked the fields of the dead in my sleep
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| All the while I hear cries on the wind
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| I will die in my boots should I fall on the noose
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| When the fields run red in the morning
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| And I don’t know why you don’t fall this way
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| And the tears I cry will be lost in the rain
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| When you look me in the eye
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| And you say it’s time to die
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| I have seen ships ablaze
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| As we open the gate
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| But the fire that burned was inside
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| I walked the fields of the dead in my sleep
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| All the while I hear cries on the wind
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| I will die in my boots should I fall on the noose
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| When the fields run red in the morning
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| I walked the fields of the dead in my sleep
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| All the while I hear cries on the wind
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| I will die in my boots should I fall on the noose
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| When the fields run red in the morning
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| I walked the fields of the dead in my sleep
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| All the while I hear cries on the wind
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| I will die in my boots should I fall on the noose
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| When the fields run red in the morning |