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I've seen the evil so many hands have done |
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I've seen the beauty of the earth and of the setting sun |
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And on my knees I've begged for battles to be won |
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But when we bleed no more, what do we become? |
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And when at last we breathe our final precious breath |
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I hope there's something more |
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What are we hoping for? |
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(What are we yearning for?) |
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Without a guiding hand we wander endlessly |
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Am I a fool to seek release from all that's killing me? |
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When time has passed for once held cetainties |
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A need remains: a refuge from your misery |
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And when at last we breathe our final precious breath |
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And when at last we're summoned unto death |
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Is there an open door? |
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Will there be any more? |
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What will remain from all these dying things we're living for? |
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I've seen the evil so many hands have done |
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I've seen the beauty of the earth and of the setting sun |
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And on my knees I've cried to you for battles to be won |
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Will you be standing there when the dying is done? |
