| The wars are moving north
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| To our isles of green
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| Through countries washed out
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| By storms of steel
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| But they shall not pass — we shall not yield
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| For freedom is a love not proved
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| In the letting go
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| For all they ever allow us to be
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| Is an alibi, a breath mint for greed
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| Thus we live gravely, thus we die slowly
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| Thus we hide in self-control
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| We who came out here
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| To give an empire to this loneliness
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| That surrounds and enslaves
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| Defines and degrades us
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| Say we’re mad with hope, say it’s all but smoke
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| Say we’re all gonna perish in the snows
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| Take this vow with me
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| To stay close, to be near
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| To be oh so sincere
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| Take this vow with me
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| For you must know
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| There’s nothing left around here
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| And so you toss a coin at every turn
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| To know what bridge to cross
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| What bridge to burn
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| Along the towers, on the riverbanks of France
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| With spain still in our hearts
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| While we’re wondering why we are all
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| So quick to seperate
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| Sex and love but not church and state
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| And why they have made
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| All of us slaves to gold and to debt
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| To fears and regrets
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| Take this vow with me
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| To stay close, to be near
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| To be oh so sincere
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| Take this vow with me
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| For you must know
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| There’s nothing left around here
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| For we were not born to live their lie
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| In houses built to keep the tv dry
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| So to make you see, to make us heard
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| We’ll have to rebuild our islands word by word
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| Take this vow with me
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| To stay close, to be near
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| To be oh so sincere
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| Take this vow with me
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| For you of all people must know
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| There’s nothing left around here |