| I opened my eyes this morning
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| Blinded by the fire pouring in
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| All the whispers
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| All the promises
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| Of the things we could have been
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| She said a prayer for me this morning
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| Opened up her pains and drifted of
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| Beginning this ending story
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| Breathing in a tidal wave of doubt
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| You see, we’re free to worship different gods
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| And tell ourselves the other’s wrong
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| We load our guns and flight our flags
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| And kill each other, kill each other
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| Can our kind hope to survive
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| When reason holds no place of power?
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| Bow our heads, we stand in line
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| To kill each other, kill each other
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| We’re free to worship different gods
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| And tell ourselves the other’s wrong
|
| We load our guns and flight our flags
|
| And kill each other, kill each other
|
| Can our kind hope to survive
|
| When reason holds no place of power?
|
| Bow our heads, we stand in line
|
| To kill each other, kill each other
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| I opened my eyes this morning
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| Blinded by the fire pouring in
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| All the whispers
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| All the promises
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| Of the things we could have been |