| I can see — Dark clouds hangin' over me
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| They blackout the sun
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| I can’t see no one
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| But I think — Once there grew a shiny green
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| Birds were building nests
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| But that is the past
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| I can hear the thunder
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| I can see the mighty blaze
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| But the beauty’s gone without a trace
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| Just believe — The stranger is your enemy
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| Never raise your hands
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| Just protect your friends
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| And don’t you think
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| Too much of your home afar
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| Cause it only makes you weak
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| And it opens older scares
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| And if I fall — I’ll surely be replaced
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| But I’ll be gone without a trace
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| If this makes a hero out of me
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| A coward is what I would rather be
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| And this is as old as our race
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| But the meaning’s gone without a trace
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| Here I stand — This piece of metal in my hand
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| I can hear a voice — Saying there’s no choice
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| So I run — To take somebody’s dear loved son
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| Or he’ll make my mother cry
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| Now who should live and who should die
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| I can feel the cold wind blowin'
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| As the blood runs down my face
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| But my fear is gone without a trace
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| If this makes a hero out of me
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| A coward is what I would rather be
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| And this is as old as our race
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| But the meaning’s gone without a trace |