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If blood would flow |
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When fresh and steel are one |
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Drying in the colours |
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Of the evening sun |
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Tommorow's rain |
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Will wash the stains away |
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But something in our minds will always stay |
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Perhaps this final act was meant |
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To clinch a lifetimes argument |
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But nothing comes from violence |
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And nothing ever could |
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For all us born beneath an angry star |
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Lest we forget how fragile we are |
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On and on the rain will fall |
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Like tears from a star x2 |
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On and on the rain will say |
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How fragile we are x2 |
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--Scatting solo(s)-- |
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On and on the rain will fall |
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Like tears from a star x2 |
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On and on the rain will say |
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How fragile we are x2 |
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(Repeat chorus) |
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How fragile we are |
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How fragile we are |
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How fragile we are |
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(Repeat to end...) |
