| The birds they sang at the break of day
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| Start again I heard them say
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| Don’t dwell on what has passed away
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| Or what has yet to be
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| All the wars, they will be fought again
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| The holy dove, she will be caught again
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| Bought, sold and bought again
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| The dove is never free
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| Ring the bells that still can ring
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| Forget your perfect offering
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| There is a crack, a crack in everything
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| That’s where the light gets in
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| We asked for signs the signs were sent
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| The birth betrayed, the marriage spent
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| The widowhood of every government
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| The signs for all to see
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| I shall run no more with that lawless crowd
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| While the killers in high places say their prayers out loud
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| But they’ve summoned, they’ve summoned up a thundercloud
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| They’re gonna hear from me
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| You can add up the parts, you won’t have the sum
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| You can strike up a march, you won’t have a drum
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| Every heart to love shall come
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| But like a refugee
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| Repeat chorus
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| Repeat chorus |