| I took the children by the hand
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| Promised to show them all that God had planned
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| So sad but true, this moral maze
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| Betrays the innocence of bygone days
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| You can’t hold back the march of time, I said
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| You can’t hold back the march of time
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| This blood stained desert road on which we stand
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| Is testament to man
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| This barren land
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| Our song of joy, the countryside
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| Radiant fields forever glowed with pride
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| That once were blessed as golden shires
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| Now bear the sad remains of funeral pyres
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| You can’t hold back the march of time, I said
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| You can’t hold back the march of time
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| This wicked wilderness in which we stand
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| Is testament to man
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| This barren land
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| You can’t hold back the march of time, I said
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| You can’t hold back the march of time
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| This way of no return
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| Is testament to man
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| This barren land
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| On sullen shores we make our peace
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| We pray that the howling wind will someday cease
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| The waves of power can never bend
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| They ever take their course until the end
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| You can’t hold back the march of time, I said
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| You can’t hold back the march of time
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| This crumbling cliff top path on which we stand
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| Is testament to man
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| This barren land |