| If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
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| Drying in the colors of the evening sun
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| Tomorrow’s rain will wash the stains away
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| But something in our minds will always stay
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| Perhaps this final act was meant to clinch a lifetime’s argument
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| That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could
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| For all those born beneath an angry star
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| Lest we forget 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, how fragile we are
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| Perhaps this final act was meant to clinch a lifetime’s argument
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| That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could
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| For all those born beneath an angry star
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| Lest we forget 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, how fragile we are
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| So fragile, so fragile
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| So fragile, fragile
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| So fragile
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| Rain will say just 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, 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, how fragile we are |