| Down the hall their voices ring, their feet are on the run
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| Phantoms on the winter sky, together they do come
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| Faded lips and eyes of blue they’re carried in the wind
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| Their laughter filled the countryside but they’ll not laugh again
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| All the games are ended now, their voices have been stilled
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| Their fathers built the tools of war by which they all were killed
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| Their fathers made the uniforms showing which side they were on
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| And the young boys wear the middle name for guns to prey upon
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| You’ve seen the fires in the night, watched the devil as he smiles
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| You’ve heard a mother’s mournful cry as she searches for her child
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| You’ve seen the lines of refugees, the faces of despair
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| And wondered at the wise men who never seem to care
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| Goodbye you lost children, God speed you on your way
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| Your little beds are empty now, your toys are put away
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| Your mother sings a lullaby as she gazes at the floor
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| Your father builds more weapons and marches out once more
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| Down the hall their voices ring, their feet are on the run
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| Phantoms on the winter sky, together they do come
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| Faded lips and eyes of blue they’re carried in the wind
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| Their laughter filled the countryside but they’ll not laugh again |