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Under the ruins of a walled city |
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Crumbling towers in beams of yellow light |
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No flags of truce, no cries of pity |
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The siege guns had been pounding all through the night |
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It took a day to build the city |
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We walked through its streets in the afternoon |
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As I returned across the fields I'd known |
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I recognized the walls that I once laid |
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I had to stop in my tracks for fear |
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Of walking on the mines I'd laid |
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And if I have built this fortress around your heart |
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Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire |
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Then let me build a bridge |
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For I cannot fill the chasm |
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And let me set the battlements on fire |
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Then I went off to fight some battle |
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That I'd invented inside my head |
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Away so long for years and years |
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You probably thought or even wished that I was dead |
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While the armies all are sleeping |
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Beneath the tattered flag we'd made |
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I had to stop in my tracks for fear |
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Of walking on the mines I'd laid |
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This prison has now become your home |
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A sentence you seem prepared to pay |
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It took a day to build the city |
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We walked through its streets in the afternoon |
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As I returned across the lands I'd known |
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I recognized the fields where I'd once played |
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I had to stop in my tracks for fear |
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Of walking on the mines I'd laid |
