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Floating down, through the clouds |
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Memories come rushing up to meet me now |
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But in the space between the Heavens |
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And the corner of some foreign field |
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I had a dream, I had a dream |
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Goodbye Max, goodbye Ma |
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After the service when you're walking slowly to the car |
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And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air |
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You hear the tolling bell |
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And touch the silk in your lapel |
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And as the teardrops rise to meet the comfort of the band |
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You take her frail hand |
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And hold on to the dream |
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{Move it} |
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A place to stay |
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{A real one} |
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Enough to eat |
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{Gonna have to make stock} |
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Somewhere old heros shuffle safely down the street |
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Where you can speak out loud |
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About your doubts and fears and what's more |
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No one ever disappears you never hear their standard issue |
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Kicking in your door |
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You can relax on both sides of the tracks and maniacs |
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Don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control |
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And everyone has recourse to the law |
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And no one kills the children anymore |
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No one kills the children anymore |
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Night after night goin' round and round my brain |
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This dream is driving me insane |
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In the corner of some foreign field the gunner sleeps tonight |
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What's done is done |
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We cannot just write off this final scene |
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Take heed of the dream, take heed |