| Well, now young faces grow sad and old
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| And hearts of fire grow cold
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| We swore blood brothers against the wind
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| Now I’m ready to grow young again
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| And hear your sister’s voice calling us home
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| Across the open yards
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| Well maybe we’ll cut someplace of own
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| With these drums and these guitars
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| 'Cause we made a promise we swore we’d always remember
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| No retreat, baby, no surrender
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| Blood brothers in the stormy night
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| With a vow to defend
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| No retreat, baby, no surrender
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| Now on the street tonight the lights grow dim
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| The walls of my room are closing in
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| There’s a war outside still raging
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| You say it ain’t ours anymore to win
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| I want to sleep beneath
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| Peaceful skies in my lover’s bed
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| With a wide open country in my eyes
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| And these romantic dreams in my head
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| Once we made a promise we swore we’d always remember
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| No retreat, baby, no surrender
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| Blood brothers in a stormy night
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| With a vow to defend
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| No retreat, baby, no surrender
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| Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh
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| Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh
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| Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh
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| Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh |