| I was alone and I was gone
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| On a crusade
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| Against the law, the power on
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| On the distant plains
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| And now it’s done, enemies drowned
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| Nothing remains
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| That women cry and children suffer
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| Is it so wicked?
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| One morning I was awaking
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| When the king shakes the hands
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| The battlefield, blood of cadavers
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| This is not worthy of prayers
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| Is it the perspective of a huge empire?
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| My home lays behind in a burning field
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| Cause, finally I’m a target too
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| My home lays behind me in a field of dust
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| Without any prayer, any thought that I can entrust
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| I’m just a shooting star
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| Who cried powdered shiny tears
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| Made of love and trust
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| In a proud lust
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| I remember when I was child
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| I hold a girl on my breast
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| And this day in the church, we kissed
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| For a long hour
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| This is blur and distant
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| In my poor heart of soldier
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| My home lays behind in a burning field
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| Cause, finally I’m a target too
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| My home lays behind me in a field of rust
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| Without any page of my diary, that today turned to dust
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| I’m just a shooting star
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| Who cries powdered shiny tears
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| Made of love and trust
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| In my proud lust |