| And you know it’s time to go
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| Through the sleet and driving snow
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| Across the fields of mourning
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| Lights in the distance
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| And you hunger for the time
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| Time to heal, desire, time
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| And your earth moves beneath
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| Your own dream landscape
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| On borderland, we run
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| I’ll be there
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| I’ll be there
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| Tonight
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| A high road
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| A high road out from here
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| The city walls are all pulled down
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| The dust, a smoke screen all around
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| See faces ploughed like fields
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| That once gave no resistance
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| And we live by the side of the road
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| On the side of a hill
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| As the valleys explode
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| Dislocated, suffocated
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| The land grows weary of its own
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| Oh come away, oh come away
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| Oh come, oh come away, say I
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| Oh come away, oh come away
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| Oh come, oh come away, say I
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| On borderland, we run
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| And still we run
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| We run and don’t look back
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| I’ll be there
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| I’ll be there
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| Tonight
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| Tonight
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| I’ll be there tonight, I believe
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| I’ll be there, somehow
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| I’ll be there, tonight
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| Tonight
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| Oh come away, I say, say oh my
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| Oh come away, I say
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| The wind will crack in winter time
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| This bomb-blast lightning waltz
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| No spoken words, just a scream, yeah, oh
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| Tonight we’ll build a bridge
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| Across the sea and land
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| See the sky, the burning rain
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| She will die and live again
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| Tonight
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| And your heart beats so slow
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| Through the rain and fallen snow
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| Across the fields of mourning
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| Lights in the distance
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| Oh, don’t sorrow, no don’t weep
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| For tonight, at last
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| I am coming home
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| I am coming home |