| And though you’d like to hear a song
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| That sings everything’s all right
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| The temperature is warm
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| The fire horses sleep
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| So gently comes the night
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| You close your eyes and stare
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| The ground they’re on is bare
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| But once it was as deep
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| As wildest giants dreams
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| It’s no longer there
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| And all of our desires
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| They mirror skies with flames
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| And smoke out heaven’s halls
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| Who was that you called
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| They’re no longer there
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| Here it goes again
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| Here it goes again
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| Here it goes again
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| What would you leave behind when all your fields are dead?
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| When your territories are dried out and your cities drowned and swept
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| What would you leave behind when those who bear your name
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| Are born in that place that you wrecked?
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| What would you leave behind when you’re no longer there?
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| Would you sail to distant shores?
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| And hide within the hills
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| And softly close your doors
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| Pretend the world is safe
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| And wait for heaven’s call
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| Or would you turn and face the seas
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| And come beside your cave
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| There’s chance but if you dare
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| And swift as honour’s steeds
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| Before it’s no longer there
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| Here it goes again
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| Here it goes agaaain
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| Here it goes aga. |
| ain!
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| What would you leave behind when all your fields are dead?
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| When your territories are dried out and your cities drowned and swept
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| What would you leave behind
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| When those who bear your name are born in that place that you wrecked?
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| What would you leave behind when you’re no longer there?
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| To deny or to despair
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| It’s really just the same
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| Everything between
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| It means we have to change
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| Cos when a one forgets
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| The world begins to fade
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| And all the shapes and shades
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| That made the colours see
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| When they suddenly turned grey
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| That they’re no longer there |