| If blood will flow
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| when flesh and steel are one
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| Drying in the colour
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| of the evening sun
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| Tomorrow's rain
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| will wash the stains away
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| But something in our minds
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| will always stay
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| Perhaps this final act was meant
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| To clinch a lifetime's argument
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| That nothing comes from violence
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| and nothing ever could
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| For all those born beneath an angry star
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| Lest we forget
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| how fragile we are
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| On and on the rain will fall
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| Like tears from a star like tears from a star
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| On and on the rain will say
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| How fragile we are
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| how fragile we are |