| Well you made the land
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| With your own 2 hands
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| Remember the trail of tears
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| And you made the seas with the cold on breeze
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| Remember the second world war
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| Play a minor chord, for a lonesome boy
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| Jesus, his tears turn to stone
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| We need someone sing cause we turn everything
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| To battles, blades and bones
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| To battles, blades and bones
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| You let forest run wild
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| Like an unchained child
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| Remember the end near
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| You poured out the sand in the barren land
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| Remember the first cold war
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| Play a minor chord, for a lonesome lord
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| Jesus, his tears turn to stone
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| We need someone sing cause weturn everything
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| To battles, blades and bones
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| To battles, blades and bones
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| Then you made the city, made the steel shine pretty
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| Remember when the towers came down
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| And with same soldier’s home
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| But wheep all alone
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| Cause we’ll be staying for long
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| Play a minor chord for a lonesome lord
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| Jesus, his tears turn to stone
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| We need someone sing cause weturn everything
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| To battles, blades and bones
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| To battles, blades and bones |