| So open up your morning light
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| And say a little prayer for I
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| You know that if we are to stay alive
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| And see the peace in every eye
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| She had two babies
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| One was six months one was three
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| In the war of '44
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| Every telephone ring
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| Every heartbeat sting
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| When she thought it was God calling her
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| Oh would her son grow to know his father
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| I don’t want to wait
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| For our lives to be over
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| I want to know right now
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| What will it be
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| I don’t want to wait
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| For our lives to be over
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| Will it be yes or will it be
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| Sorry
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| He showed up all wet
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| On the rainy front step
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| Wearing shrapnel in his skin
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| And the war he saw
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| Lives inside him still
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| It’s so hard to be gentle and warm
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| The years passed by and now
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| He had granddaughters
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| Oh so you look at me
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| From across the room
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| You’re wearing your anguish again
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| Believe me, I know the feeling
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| It sucks you into the jaws of anger
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| Oh, so dig a little more deeply,
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| All we have is the very moment
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| And I don’t want to do what
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| His father and his father and his father did
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| I want to be here now
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| So open up your morning light
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| And say a little prayer for right
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| You know that if we are to stay alive
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| And see the peace in every eye
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| (2 times)
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| So open up your morning light
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| And say a little prayer for right
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| You know that if we are to stay alive
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| And see the love in every eye
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