| Teach him and warn him
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| Oh, when he sleeps at night
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| These things will haunt his bones
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| Mountain’s eyes on them
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| Oh, what these watchmen see
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| These things will haunt their bones
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| Oh, what these watchmen see
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| These things will haunt their bones
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| And south of somewhere, somebody’s in there
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| I fight for good reasons, the calling’s closer
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| And if I see them, I will start with questions
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| I won’t stop repeating until there’s answers
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| And the dead of night will come in vain
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| I am careful in proceeding on my way
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| You can whisper in my ear
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| The things they say
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| But it will not bring me pain
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| The land now is buried
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| Oh, what you left behind
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| You can not have it back
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| And south of somewhere, somebody’s in there
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| I fight for good reasons, the calling’s closer
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| And if I see them, I will start with questions
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| I won’t stop repeating until there’s answers
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| And the dead of night will come in vain
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| I am careful in proceeding on my way
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| You can whisper in my ear
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| The things they say
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| But it will not bring me pain |