| Cos you don’t need your weapons now
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| You’ve got to hold on to your world
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| Just stop and put your weapons down
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| You’ve got to hold on to your world
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| This fading world
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| (this land) is ahead of it’s time
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| Oh but you know it’s past it’s prime
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| In so many ways
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| (this land) is a miserable rock
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| Stuck like a foot at the end of a sock
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| Full of razor blades
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| (is mine) the right to defend at all
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| (is mine) to fight to the end i know
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| (my hand) can’t hold back the seas no more
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| But it’s not from man that we need defending
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| 'cos you don’t need your weapons now
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| You’ve got to hold on to your world
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| Just stop and put your weapons down
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| You’ve got to hold on to your world
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| This fading world
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| (this land) has damaged the world
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| How many times these toes have curled
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| I’ve heard many tales
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| (this land) is riddled with lies
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| How many told how the seas would rise
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| At such heavy scale
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| (is mine) to know what i’ve seen and own
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| (is mine) the suffering and screams at home
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| (my hand) can’t find new orleans at all
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| This desperate land that seems to be ending
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| 'cos you don’t need your weapons now
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| You’ve got to hold on to your world
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| Just stop and put your weapons down
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| You’ve got to hold on to your world
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| This fading world |