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Down the hall their voices ring, their feet are on the run |
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Phantoms on the winter sky, together they do come |
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Faded lips and eyes of blue they're carried in the wind |
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Their laughter filled the countryside but they'll not laugh again |
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All the games are ended now, their voices have been stilled |
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Their fathers built the tools of war by which they all were killed |
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Their fathers made the uniforms showing which side they were on |
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And the young boys wear the middle name for guns to pray upon |
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You've seen the fires in the night, watched the devil as he smiles |
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You've heard a mother's mournful cry as she searches for her child |
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You've seen the lines of refugees, the faces of despair |
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And wondered at the wise men who never seem to care |
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Goodbye you lost children, god speed you on your way |
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Your little beds are empty now, your toys are put away |
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Your mother sings a lullaby as she gazes at the floor |
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Your father builds more weapons and marches out once more |
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Down the hall their voices ring, their feet are on the run |
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Phantoms on the winter sky, together they do come |
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Faded lips and eyes of blue they're carried in the wind |
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Their laughter filled the countryside but they'll not laugh again |