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So open up your morning light |
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And say a little prayer for I |
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You know that if we are to stay alive |
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And see the peace in every I |
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She had two babies |
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One was six months one was three |
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In the war of '44 |
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Every telephone ring |
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Every heartbeat stinging |
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When she thought it was God calling her |
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Oh would her son grow to know his father |
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I don't want to wait |
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For our lives to be over |
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I want to know right know |
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What will it be |
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I don't want to wait |
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For our lives to be over |
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Will it be yes or will it be |
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Sorry |
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He showed up all wet |
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On the rainy front step |
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Wearing shrapnel in his skin |
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And the war he saw |
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Lives inside him still |
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It's so hard to be gentle and warm |
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The years passed by and now |
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He has granddaughters |
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Oh so you look at me |
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From across the room |
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You're wearing your anguish again |
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Believe me, i know the feeling |
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It sucks you into the jaws of anger |
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Oh, so dig a little more deeply into my life |
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All we have is the very moment |
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And I don't want to do what |
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His father and his father and his father did |
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I want to be here now |
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So open up your morning light |
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And say a little prayer for I |
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You know that if we are to stay alive |
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And see the peace in every I |
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So open up your morning light |
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And say a little prayer for I |
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You know that if we are to stay alive |
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And see the love in every eye |
