| Under the ruins of a walled city
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| Crumbling towers in beams of yellow light
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| No flags of truce, no cries of pity
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| The siege guns had been pounding all through the night
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| It took a day to build the city
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| We walked through its streets in the afternoon
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| As I returned across the fields I’d known
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| I recognized the walls that I once laid
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| I had to stop in my tracks for fear
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| Of walking on the mines I’d laid
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| And if I have built this fortress around your heart
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| Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire
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| Then let me build a bridge
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| For I cannot fill the chasm
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| And let me set the battlements on fire
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| Then I went off to fight some battle
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| That I’d invented inside my head
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| Away so long for years and years
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| You probably thought or even wished that I was dead
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| While the armies all are sleeping
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| Beneath the tattered flag we’d made
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| I had to stop in my tracks for fear
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| Of walking on the mines I’d laid
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| This prison has now become your home
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| A sentence you seem prepared to pay
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| It took a day to build the city
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| We walked through its streets in the afternoon
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| As I returned across the lands I’d known
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| I recognized the fields where I’d once played
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| I had to stop in my tracks for fear
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| Of walking on the mines I’d laid |