| How can we ever be free again?
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| After all the shouting and crying
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| Trying to hurt one another for nothing
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| Things will be better again
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| Baby’s in red, broken and bled
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| By the flames that rule her fields of fire
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| Baby’s in blue, broken in two
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| May the rains run through her fields of fire, her fields of fire
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| Now that the skies have gone clear again
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| And we try to talk it through, peace of mind
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| One day at a time we’re praying
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| Things will be better again
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| Baby’s in red, broken and bled
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| By the flames that rule her fields of fire
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| Baby’s in blue, broken in two
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| May the rains run through her fields of fire, her fields of fire
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| Something is hurting way deep down inside
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| Showing the scars of the ghosts that are hiding
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| Stay in my arms
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| Things will be better again
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| Baby’s in red, broken and bled
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| By the flames that rule her fields of fire
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| Baby’s in blue, broken in two
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| May the rains run through her fields of fire
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| Baby’s in red, broken and bled
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| By the flames that rule her fields of fire
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| Baby’s in blue, broken in two
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| May the rains run through her fields of fire
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| Baby’s in blue, what shall she do?
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| May the rains run through her fields of fire, her fields of fire |