| There are children who’ll never be born
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| There are souls that can never be saved
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| There are dreams that will never come true
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| So just pray it won’t happen to you
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| There are houses that shouldn’t be built
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| There are bridges that shouldn’t be crossed
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| There are calls that just shouldn’t be made
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| But we’ll make them anyway
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| We will walk among the weakest
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| And we will walk alone
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| The crucible where the hardest of hearts are forged
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| Maybe we can keep on trying
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| And one day we’ll become
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| Beautiful in the eyes of someone
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| One day no child will be left behind
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| One day no young boy will march to war
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| One day no old man will die alone
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| But that day is not today
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| Step right in, here the souls become cynical
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| Right this way to the end of our days
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| We were told that the end would be beautiful
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| No one told that the pallbearer walks alone
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| There are thoughts that should never be thought
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| There are things that should never be bought
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| There are words that are better unsaid
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| While our future, it hangs by a thread
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| There are things that should never be done
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| There are wars that can never be won
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| There are songs that shouldn’t have to be sung
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| And I guess this is one
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| We will walk among the weakest
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| And we will walk alone
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| The crucible where the hardest of hearts are forged
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| Maybe we can keep on trying
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| And one day we’ll become
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| Beautiful in the eyes of someone
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| One day we won’t slay our brothers
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| One day we won’t hate each other
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| One day we’ll help one another
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| But that day is not today
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| Step right in, here the souls become cynical
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| Right this way to the end of our days
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| We were told that the end would be beautiful
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| No one told that the pallbearer walks alone
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| The pallbearer walks alone
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| The pallbearer walks alone
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| One day we won’t slay our brothers
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| One day we won’t hate each other
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| One day we’ll help one another
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| But that day is not today
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| Step right in, here the souls become cynical
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| Right this way to the end of our days
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| We were told that the end would be beautiful
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| No one told that the pallbearer walks alone
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| The pallbearer walks alone
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| The pallbearer walks alone |