| If you listen to the sound of the hope
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| In the children’s voices asking questions
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| You’ll know how blindness is a blessing
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| But I know your type, you’re always right
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| Your tongue controls your mind
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| But I guess life’s a lesson
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| If they said 40 years I would die before
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| I let them take the love that I have paid for with my tears
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| And now the time has come to cut our tongues out
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| And commit ourselves as you did in your memory
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| We tear down the walls and let them know
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| We could have it all, we could have some hope
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| This city could be ours by nightfall
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| Do you hear the war drums beating?
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| Are you truly happy doing nothing, darling?
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| I need to find the center
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| 'Cause love is something right, it’s not cooked up overnight
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| In sticky situations you try
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| But less is more forever
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| If they said 40 years I would die before
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| I let them take the love that I have paid for with my tears
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| And now the time has come to cut our tongues out
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| And commit ourselves as you did in your memory
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| We tear down the walls and let them know
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| We could have it all, we could have some hope
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| This city could be ours by nightfall, nightfall
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| We’ll tear down the walls and let them know
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| We could have it all, we could have some hope
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| This city could be ours by nightfall
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| The minute I was born, you stole my heart
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| The minute I was born, you stole my heart
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| The minute I was born, you stole my heart
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| The minute I was born, the minute I was born
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| Tear down the walls and let them know
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| We could go all night, we could just stay home
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| This city could be ours by nightfall, nightfall
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| Tear down the walls and let them know
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| We could have it all, we could have some hope
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| This city could be ours by nightfall |