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Between their prides and violated homes |
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Stands the dividing wall of mistrust; |
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Transparent, but relentless and cold |
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Both sides stand firm and reluctant to bring it down |
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There's no use for words that no one can comprehend |
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And each mistaken attempt adds another brick to the wall |
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...and with lips sealed and closed, |
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They warm their hearts in the embers of bridges burnt... |
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Fathers turn against their sons |
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And make mothers mourn for the loss |
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There's will enough to tear that wall apart! |
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Mouths dry with the dust of havoc |
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And thirsty for blood to force it down |
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That's enough to tear a nation apart |
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And add another brick to the wall... |
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...and with lips sealed and closed, |
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They warm their hearts in the embers of bridges burnt... |
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Fathers turn against their sons |
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And make mothers mourn for the loss |
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There's will enough to tear that wall apart! |
