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these hands will never rest |
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these hands will never rest |
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we cling as one |
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beneath the lowest rung |
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bound and blessed |
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to overcome |
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the weary will protest |
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the weary will protest |
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until the calm |
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of death becomes a lock |
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and we obtain |
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my heart's refrain |
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all we'll ever be |
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all we'll ever be |
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they'll beat us with their guns |
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they'll meet us with their guns |
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convinced they've won |
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they'll be the first to hum |
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the song we learned |
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from tired tongues |
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the sun will never set |
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the sun will never set |
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for us to rest |
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we'll be the last to go |
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into the throng |
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when darkness grows |
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all we'll ever be |
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all we'll ever be |
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all we'll ever be |
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all we'll ever be |
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all we'll ever be |
