Signals will be silenced, trains will stop
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The gun will burn on the holy mountain
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Flags will fade, lakes will dry up
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Crowns will wither, vows will melt like snow
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Weapons will rust
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And it will happen quietly, quietly, if it's just the two of us
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Then we will stand in silence
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In the midst of storms and storms
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The roar of cannons and bullets in the harsh
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In complete silence
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Then we will stand in silence
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Every day will feel like this
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As if it were the first day of life
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First and last
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Deserts will be flooded, lakes will be filled
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Rivers will start flowing again
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Clouds will disperse, mounds will rise
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Green oaks
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We will be reborn like clay in the ashes
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Strong and mighty
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And it will happen quietly, quietly, if it's just the two of us
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Then we will stand in silence
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In the midst of storms and storms
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The roar of cannons and bullets in the harsh
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In complete silence
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Then we will stand in silence
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Every day will feel like this
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As if it were the first day of life
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First and last
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And when it starts to rain
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Sheet music on the windowpane
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The windowsill symphony fades in and out
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Then we will stand in silence
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In the sun's rays and brilliance
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For eyes full of love and dreams
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In complete silence
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Then we will stand in silence |
Every day will feel like this
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As if it were the first day of life
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First and last
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First and last…
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Then we will stand in silence
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Every day will feel like this
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As if it were the first day of life
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First and last |