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Run they said to a promised land |
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Run and find us a helping hand |
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Don't come back till the sun is gone |
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Don't come back till the war is won |
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We all set out with our hearts in hand |
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A cold wind covered up a line in the sand |
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All so young, nothing to lose |
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Pieces of silver and a dead man's shoes |
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And oh, do you know what I'm saying? |
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Strike a light to guide us somewhere |
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Tempest swells our worlds collide |
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Arrows from above and the salt in our eyes |
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Then as the sky began to bruise |
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We all sought shelter from the breaking news |
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Oh, did I ever show you |
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All the great memorials, all the factory floors? |
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And oh, though you know I don't know you |
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Now that we're here let's make them proud |
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On and on and on and on and on and on we go |
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Traipsing over bridges, over corpses down below |
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And all the while we could have smiled for one thing on our minds |
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The very thing you strive for is the thing that makes you blind |
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Run they said to a promised land |
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Run and find us a helping hand |
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Don't come back till the sun is gone |
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Don't come back till the war is won |
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Tempest high, stories tall |
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Thought that we learnt nothing at all |
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Then at last the day was saved |
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With flowers borrowed from a dead friends grave |
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And oh, even still I don't know you |
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Maybe I'll show you if you've eyes to see |
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And so farewell |
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And so farewell |
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And so farewell |
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And so farewell to it |
