| The road is alight with quiet lonely deaths
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| And to this day, the guns we stored away show we were soldiers once
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| But left the battles unfought, the lessons untaught
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| But now we’ve brought you here, Celine
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| Scarred with festival wounds
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| And it seems like…
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| It’s not an easy thing to hold you close
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| It’s not an easy thing to hold you dear
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| It’s not an easy thing to lift you up, regardless
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| It’s not an easy thing to hold you down
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| And it’s all in the fight
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| And it’s quite like the old men said:
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| It’s all going to hell like innocence,
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| That dumb leper who lost his bell
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| You’re wandering the world meaning no harm
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| Finding no calm
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| War like peace is tidy and cleat at a distance
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| Yet still it seems like…
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| It’s not an easy thing to hold you close
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| It’s not an easy thing to hold you dear
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| It’s not an easy thing to lift you up, regardless
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| It’s not an easy thing to hold you down
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| Hand in hand, with measured steps and slow
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| We take the solitary way
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| Earthly strong and earthly wise
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| Now go name your fate
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| Name your demise
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| It’s not an easy thing to hold you close
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| It’s not an easy thing to hold you dear
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| It’s not an easy thing to lift you up, regardless
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| It’s not an easy thing to hold you down |