| This velvet-lined silver box
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| Rests with me around the clock
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| Through coloured glass, a piercing dawn
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| Through broken glass I watch the night fall
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| Conflict looms in a blood-red sky
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| A child cries seeking mother’s eyes
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| Just a fleeting sound of silence please
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| The day must end praying on your knees
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| Tired of waiting for the Earth to Calm
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| We huddle together and pray for no harm
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| The flickering light signals the alarm
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| Oh please don’t let it be me
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| Oh please don’t let it be me
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| Trying hard to stay awake
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| I’m running fast trying to make the last gate
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| But lo and behold here I stand
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| Out of time with my head in my hands
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| The sweat runs down my desperate face
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| I’m stumbling on my old rotten legs
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| The heavy winds build strong their walls
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| Push me back, no joy at all
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| Tired of waiting for the Earth to Calm
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| We huddle together and pray for no harm
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| The flickering light signals the alarm
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| Oh please don’t let it be me
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| Oh please don’t let it be me |