| On the fields you restore your beliefs
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| Like an old man in church on a Sunday
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| Crawl the dirt on your elbows and knees
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| Any minute you know you could die
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| So come save us, turn water to wine
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| Give me words of unfathomable wisdom
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| As I’m crossing the enemy’s line
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| Where the wounded and dead show the way
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| (Show me the way)
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| Tell me when the night is gone
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| Like washed away
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| Make a wish beneath the mourning star
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| How can there be a reason for war?
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| For the life of a human that suffers
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| I remember, I heard it before
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| Tell me all when the new day begins
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| (The new day begins)
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| Tell me when the night is gone
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| Like washed away
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| Make a wish beneath the mourning star
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| When the victory is won
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| The old cliché
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| Underneath the same old mourning star
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| Why please tell me why
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| You gave the world all this pain
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| Tell me when the man is gone
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| Like washed away
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| Make a wish beneath the mourning star
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| When the victory is won
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| The old cliché
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| Underneath the same old mourning star |