| Back in '61 to '65, their indifferences
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| Could never hide the buried hopes
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| Of peace/that rest beneath them wearing
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| Grey or blue
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| Did the burning of white mansions still
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| The fire inside their hearts to kill
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| Each other? |
| The memories that lie where ash remains
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| They marched all the fathers and sons
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| To a slaughter/
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| Then the widows and daughters knew
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| That no one would march back home
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| Can you feel it? |
| Don’t deny that it comes from
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| Deep within your soul
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| Can you feel it? |
| Don’t you see that this
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| Is something we can do together?
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| The intolerance bred ignorance and prejudice
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| But they possessed destructive powers
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| Making it too real for them to see
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| That their strength was an illusion
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| Fueled by dreams of glory writing
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| Their own story
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| Knowing that no man should be
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| Enslaved
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| Though it’s hard to build on dreams again
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| We must fight the demon if
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| We’re going to win
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| One more chance to live again — to prosper the
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| Open land that God gave them. |
| One more
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| Chance to live a new way — they sacrificed
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| Everything — they threw it away
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| Hate must never claim the lives of our heroes
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| Again. |
| Never can we allow another burning… |