| When the war is over
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| We’re gonna light up the night
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| Leave the fields of the fight
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| When the war is over
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| We’re gonna bury all the guns singing every last one
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| Every time its lost it holds you down
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| With the letters from your heart and head
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| Takes him to a place with an eastern star
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| Sin low, sin low
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| Marching one by one in a foreign land
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| Taking orders from a wanted man
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| We know he’s just a kid
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| But he holds the weight of death the best he can
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| Nothing like a song to heal the wounds
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| When there is no one else to take a hand
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| Through the doubt and pain he can see your face
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| Your smile again
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| Dancing to the drums in a man made songs
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| Can hear the war plane fly
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| Once it hits the ground it knows no hope
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| In the hardest man to cry
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| And when the war is over
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| We’re gonna light up the night
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| Leave the fields of the fight
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| When the war is over
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| We’re gonna bury all the guns singing every last one
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| Oh its a shame a man to blame
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| Called out them lone
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| Fire in the fields is burning all now
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| Another war zone
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| Late late at late is coming home soon
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| Feel your weight again
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| Rely lady lie through the shallow eyes
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| Darkness in the heart of man
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| And when the war is over
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| We’re gonna light up the night
|
| Leave the fields of the fight
|
| When the war is over
|
| We’re gonna bury all the guns singing every last one
|
| When the war is over
|
| We’re gonna light up the night
|
| Leave the fields of the fight
|
| When the war is over
|
| We’re gonna bury all the guns singing every last one
|
| And When the war is over
|
| We’re gonna light up the night
|
| Leave the fields of the fight
|
| When the war is over
|
| We’re gonna bury all the guns singing every last one |