| More and more
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| The rain lingers on
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| War only was
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| To bond us all
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| Hell no, no war can paint this more sore
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| The path is packed with bags of coal
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| And bags of coal from some monstrous soul
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| And no, no rain can clean this at all
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| You say, «there's no way-out at all» is something false
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| But way-out, if it is not far is still getting narrow
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| The prayers for light result in failure and dismay
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| But almost yawn, it’s a deja-vu sounding horror
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| Someday I’ll take you by the hand
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| And leave this place without a face
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| I won’t let our world to crumble down and come undone
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| But it’s not now, just let me gather strength
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| We weren’t meant to be perfect
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| Some things ain’t easy even if they seem to work just fine
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| Somewhere over that bridge it’s done
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| Hey, the rain it splits as we walk
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| But war lingers on and some pain lingers on
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| As we rode the darkness all night long
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| And there’s no rain in this final climb
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| Where Dante and I have seen such a sight
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| And Beatrice, my bride
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| To sleep now it’s time |