| Early one morning
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| Across the fields of dawn
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| Crooked is the shadow
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| That falls on my land
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| Storm clouds overhead
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| Like birds of prey in wait
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| How can we undo
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| What cannot be undone
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| I feel the darkness heavy
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| Heavy on my heart
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| There’s distance between us
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| Tearing us apart
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| How many rivers must I cross?
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| Somehow, somewhere I will find a way
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| How many rivers must I cross?
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| Somehow, somewhere I will find a way to cross
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| I see the proud black mountain
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| Beneath an angry sun
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| Under drowning valleys
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| Our disappearing tongue
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| How many battles must we fight
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| Before we start a war?
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| How many wounds will open
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| Before the first blood falls?
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| Once the banks are broken
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| Floods must surely come
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| Once the land rips open
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| Rivers of blood will run
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| How many rivers must I cross?
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| Somehow, Somewhere I will find a way
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| How many rivers must I cross?
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| Somehow, somewhere I will find a way to cross
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| How many battles must we fight
|
| Before we start a war?
|
| How many wounds will open
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| Before the first blood falls?
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| How many rivers must I cross?
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| Somehow, Somewhere I will find a way
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| How many rivers must I cross?
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| Somehow, somewhere I will find a way to cross |