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When we finally came back |
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When we came back home |
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Saw how they had left it |
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They'd left it all alone |
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When we finally saw it |
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Saw what they had done |
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It wasn't much of anything |
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Not much of anything at all |
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When we finally saw it |
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Saw what they had done |
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It wasn't much of anything |
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Not much of anything at all |
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Messengers came to your town |
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You'd run and hide |
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You'd watch them die |
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You never heard what they would tell |
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I wonder why, I wonder why |
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Carry a thousand silver bulbs |
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Back from our hopes |
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Carry a thousand silver bulbs |
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Our back from our hopes |
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Oh, well how're the ones you love |
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I don't know, I don't know |
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Carry a thousand silver bulbs |
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A thousand years have come and gone |
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But my clothes still look the same |
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This is our last night in a tent |
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They are yourselves stuck in the sand |
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They cut your feet, they cut your hand |
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What you never cease to show |
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You give it more than I can hope |
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That skin some stories full of holes |
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But I guess they're good to know |
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The light passed through the animals |
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I passed through a million lights |
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I saw something still shine the same |
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The other end of a thousand eyes |
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And all of this to try and find you there |