| As the sun went down and kissed the ground
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| Where the breathless lie
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| And the whole world
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| Seemed to close her doors and wait outside
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| So we fixed our eyes on paradise
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| And western worlds
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| And all the cries of pain, you know
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| I wish they heard
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| Though you say your side is our side
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| And that we’ve got a common goal
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| Only them who stand in firing lines
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| Could ever be the ones to know
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| Anytime as time goes by, anytime as time goes by
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| Pray they’ll never break us down in blessed days
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| And die before you let them take our blessed ways
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| I’m not coming back to stand that
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| (Crap)
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| When life depends a crime, defends a spoken word
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| And another war is won or lost in foreign blood
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| Another dawn, another pawn a soldier’s day
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| Watch the skies and touch your heart and kneel and prey
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| Though you say your side is our side
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| In that we’ve got a common goal
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| Only those who stand in firing lines
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| Could ever be the ones to know
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| Anytime as time goes by, anytime as time goes by
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| Pray they’ll never break us down in blessed days
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| I’d die before you’ll ever take our
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| Blessed ways, I’m not coming back to stand that
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| (Crap)
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| Though you say your side is our side
|
| In that we’ve got a common goal
|
| Only those who stand in firing lines
|
| Could ever be the ones to know
|
| Anytime as time goes by, anytime as time goes by
|
| Pray they’ll never break us down in blessed days
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| I’d die before you’ll ever take our
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| Pray they’ll never break us down in blessed days
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| I’d die before you’ll ever take our
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| Blessed ways, I’m not coming back to stand that
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| (Crap) |