| I’ve been on the road, so long
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| Been tired and broke, so long
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| I’ve been to the south where the winds they were warm
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| Travelling the road of no return, so long
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| I’ve seen what was war, so long
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| The ruins and the scars, so long
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| The mansions of mud, the wounds and the blood
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| Seen the dying of all that was good, so long.
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| Seen the world in the shadow, so long
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| Is its mushrooming cloud, so long
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| And the lies and the greed of the leaders of men
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| Those cheats who would take us to war again, so long.
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| Yet hope is in me, so long
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| For it’s love that I see, so long
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| The courage and strenght of the young men’s smile
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| The faith that’s in a little child, so long
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| I’ve travelled this road, so long |