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I woke up, the dawn never came |
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Colder than yesterday it feels to me |
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We are coming home, we are young no more |
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Innocent as before playing our games |
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Call it a dream or an ideal |
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It's gone anyway |
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And the banners of the nations... |
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TodayThey will march no more |
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The flags in line |
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They march no more |
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TodayDaydreams turned into grief |
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And disbelief |
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I see all the faces in the crowd |
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No more looking so proud or glorious |
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Our illusions are forever gone |
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And many deeds are done that can't be reversed |
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I woke up, the dawn never came |
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Colder than yesterday it feels to me |
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All these young men, they are young no more |
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To their very core they have been changed |