| Oh no, don’t cry, its in your heart
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| So dry those eyes, keep holding on for your dear life
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| Be a soldier of hope!
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| There’s been many reasons for a while to sit and cry
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| But now I know they’re coming to an end
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| I’ve been fighting on the front lines, a soldier for the good times
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| Fighting for the freedom of my friends
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| My hands have felt suppression, a life of toil and blood
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| My heart has heard the soul cries of the poor
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| But now I’m coming home again
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| And I’m never going away my friend
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| I’m going to hold my head high ever more!
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| So I say
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| Oh no, don’t cry, its in your heart
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| So dry those eyes, keep holding on for your dear life
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| Be a soldier of hope!
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| I hung up emotions for a campaign of the heart
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| But finally my heart has led me home
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| I leave the brutal truth behind
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| And follow with a lighter mind
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| A man of hope and glory I’ve become
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| So I say
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| Oh no, don’t cry, its in your heart
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| So dry those eyes, keep holding on for your dear life
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| Be a soldier of hope!
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| So I say
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| Oh no, don’t cry, its in your heart
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| So dry those eyes, keep holding on for your dear life
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| Be a soldier of hope!
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| Be a soldier of hope |