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In this unending war. |
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I've lost so many brothers. |
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The coldest hours come before morning. |
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With every drop of blood. |
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Spilled in this field of daggers. |
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Bring many sons of heaven to glory. |
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Until your rains, oh God. |
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Bring forth your colored beauty. |
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Confirm the hopes of nations in longing. |
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I see a new day coming, |
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Maybe tomorrow. |
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Woe to the king of nothing. |
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I see a new day coming, |
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Maybe tomorrow. |
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Woe to the king of nothing. |
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I see a clean blood running. |
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Brothers of sorrow, |
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Here is your kingdom coming. |
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Here is your kingdom coming. |
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Spread wide your wings, oh God. |
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Relieve this scarlet fever. |
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Catch every tear of mothers in morning. |
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Bring life to tired hopes. |
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Buried in fields of flowers. |
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Bring many sons of battle to glory. |
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With every drop of blood. |
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Caged in this tired body. |
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I long to bring my father to glory. |
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I see a new day coming, |
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Maybe tomorrow. |
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Woe to the king of nothing. |
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I see a clean blood running. |
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Brothers of sorrow, |
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Here is your kingdom coming. |
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Here is your kingdom coming. |
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He was and is, |
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He is and is to come. |
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He was and is, |
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He is and is to come. |
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He holds the key. |
