| I woke up this mornin' and none of the news was good
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| And death machines were rumblin' 'cross the ground where Jesus stood
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| And the man on my TV told me that it had always been that way
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| And there was nothin' anyone could do or say
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| And I almost listened to him
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| Yeah, I almost lost my mind
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| Then I regained my senses again
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| And looked into my heart to find
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| That I believe that one fine day all the children of Abraham
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| Will lay down their swords forever in Jerusalem
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| Well maybe I’m only dreamin' and maybe I’m just a fool
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| But I don’t remember learnin' how to hate in Sunday school
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| But somewhere along the way I strayed and I never looked back again
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| But I still find some comfort now and then
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| Then the storm comes rumblin' in
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| And I can’t lay me down
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| And the drums are drummin' again
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| And I can’t stand the sound
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| But I believe there’ll come a day when the lion and the lamb
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| Will lie down in peace together in Jerusalem
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| And there’ll be no barricades then
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| There’ll be no wire or walls
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| And we can wash all this blood from our hands
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| And all this hatred from our souls
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| And I believe that on that day all the children of Abraham
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| Will lay down their swords forever in Jerusalem |