| We came through
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| We came riding through like warriors from afar
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| Our black horses danced upon the graves of yesterday’s desires
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| Haunted by our visions framed in fire
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| I greet you, for you still believe in what’s behind the door
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| You’ve seen the children freeze upon their knees
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| And praying to the wind
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| To send their grey madonnas back again
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| Fire the guns, and salute the men who died for freedom’s sake
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| And we’ll weep tonight, but we won’t lie awake
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| Gazing up at statues dressed in stars
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| We won’t dream, for they don’t come true for us
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| Not anymore
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| They’ve run afar to hide in caves
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| With haggard burning eyes
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| Their icy voices tear our hearts like knives
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| We came through
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| Like the Gothic monsters perched on Notre Dame
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| We observe the naked souls of gutters pouring forth mankind
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| Smothered in an avalanche of time
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| And we’re giants as we watch our kings and countries raise their shields
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| And Guevara dies encased in his ideals
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| And as Luther King’s predictions fade from view
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| We came through |