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In days of old |
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When the books were untold |
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Speak of a world crushed by sin. |
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'The people will mourn |
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Of a war to be born' |
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Nobody would listen to him. |
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Think back in time |
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When the future you find |
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Is so faint that it's too hard to see. |
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Don't disavow his word |
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For the truth must be heard |
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Cause the preacher tells visions he sees |
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In 1906 |
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Like the future predicts |
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The city will crumble to the bay |
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Then what's in store |
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When the worlds go to war? |
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Peace will have come another day |
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Then came the one |
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In the year of '41 |
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Warfare would light up the sky |
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He beckoned the call |
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Of the future for all |
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Blinded by what's in his eyes |
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In days of old |
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When the books were untold |
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Speak of a world crushed by sin. |
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'The people will mourn |
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Of a war to be born' |
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Nobody would listen to him. |
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Think back in time |
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When you future you find |
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Is so faint that it's too hard to see. |
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Don't disavow his word |
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For the truth must be heard |
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Cause the preacher tells visions he sees. |
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Listen to these words I preach |
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Catastrophic lessons they shall teach (x2) |