| We turned and stared out
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| On the fields where we once layed
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| Looked back on them for one last time
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| Before the storm would break
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| You cannot stand in the line of fire
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| I still can hear you say
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| We won’t be going home tonight
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| Where only the past remains
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| No, you cannot drink
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| From the river of stone
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| No you cannot live
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| In the shelter of a burned out home
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| I can almost touch
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| The times that we once knew
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| Then the wild and shattered nights
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| When only the darkness grew
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| We lost our dreams in a bitter wind
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| Watched as the fields were burned
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| We’ll hold our heads up high again
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| When our dreams have been returned
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| No you cannot drink
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| From a river of stone
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| No you cannot live
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| When you’re losing your love
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| No you cannot drink
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| From a river of stone
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| No you cannot live
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| When you’re losing your love (repeat) |