| I see the shadow of another man
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| Following me
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| Looking for my attention if he can
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| He wants for me
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| To be part of the revolution
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| Fighting for life
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| 'Cause there is no solution
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| In asking why
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| We should be saving lives
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| We are the warriors
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| And we fight with open hands
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| We are the couriers
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| Of a power to change this land
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| I see the tragedy of wasted time
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| I want no more to be way out of line, oh…
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| We may be far away, rotten to the core
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| But we’ve the power to be living no more
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| Under the threat of war
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| We are the warriors
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| And we fight with open hands
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| We are the couriers
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| Of a power to change this land
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| High on a hill, waiting for the sunrise
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| This battleground seems so peaceful now
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| Now I can see, I’m looking through divine eyes
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| This world can be overcome
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| We will see a miracle cure
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| We are the warriors
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| And we fight with open hands
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| We are the couriers
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| Of a power to change this land
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| We are the warriors
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| And we fight with open hands
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| We are the couriers
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| Of a power to change this land |