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On the day the wall came down |
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They threw the locks onto the ground |
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And with glasses high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived |
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On the day the wall cane down |
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The Ship of Fools had finally run aground |
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Promises lit up the night like paper doves in flight |
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I dreamed you had left my side |
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No warmth, not even pride remained |
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And even though you needed me |
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It was clear that I could not do a thing for you |
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Now life devalues day by day |
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As friends and neighbours turn away |
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And there's a change that, even with regret, cannot be undone |
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Now frontiers shift like desert sands |
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While nations wash their bloodied hands |
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Of loyalty, of history, in shades of gray |
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I woke to the sound of drums |
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The music played, the morning sun streamed in |
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I turned and I looked at you |
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And all but the bitted residue slipped away...slipped away |
