| They’re off to find the hero of the day
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| But what if they should fall by someone’s wicked way?
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| Still the window burns, time so slowly turns
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| Someone there is sighing
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| Keepers of the flames
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| Do you feel your names?
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| Can’t you hear your babies crying?
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| (Mama, they try and break me)
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| (Still they try and break me)
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| 'scuse me while I tend to how I feel
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| These things return to me that still seem real
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| Now deservingly this easy chair
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| But the rocking stops by wheels of despair
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| Don’t want your aid
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| But the fist I’ve made for years won’t hold or feel
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| No I’m not all me
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| So please excuse me while I tend to how I feel
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| But now the dreams and waking screams that ever last through the night
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| So build the wall behind it crawl and hide until it’s light
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| So can’t you hear your babies crying now?
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| Still the window burns
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| Time so slowly turns
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| And someone there is sighing
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| Keepers of the flames, can’t you hear your names?
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| Can’t you hear your babies crying?
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| But now the dreams and waking screams that
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| ever last the night
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| So build a wall behind it crawl
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| And hide until it’s light
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| So can’t you hear your babies crying now?
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| Mama, they try and break me
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| Mama, they try and break me
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| Mama, they try and break me
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| Mama, they try, mama, they try
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| Mama, they try and break me
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| Mama, they try and break me
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| Mama, they try and break me
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| Mama, they try, mama, the try |