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I carried you in my arms |
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Through the hotel to our room |
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The night was filled with music |
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Those old historic tunes |
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Songs of revolution |
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Filled our hearts and fed our souls |
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As the fireworks exploded |
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Like those cannons long ago |
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See the kids in the candlelight |
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Spirits on the mend |
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Every golden child tonight |
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Feels changes on the wind |
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See the kids in the candlelight |
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See 'em shining bright |
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Innocence beyond the fight |
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See the kids in the candlelight |
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Five hundred wooden saints below |
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The color's cracked and dry |
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You said their stories should be told |
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Did they suffer when they died? |
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Give us your tradition |
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Give us hope and send us home |
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We'll be the cracked bells tolling |
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The voice of dust and bones |
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See the kids in the candlelight |
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Spirits on the mend |
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Every golden child tonight |
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Feels changes on the wind |
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See the kids in the candlelight |
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See 'em shining bright |
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Innocence beyond the fight |
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See the kids in the candlelight |
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The pillow that you dream on |
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Lies rolled up on the floor |
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You tossed it at the TV screen |
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At the drug lord and his war |
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Thinking of the courtyard |
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Forced a tear from your eyes |
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The white shirts in the moonlight |
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The warm forgiving smiles |
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See the kids in the candlelight |
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Spirits on the mend |
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Every golden child tonight |
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Feels changes on the wind |
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See the kids in the candlelight |
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See 'em shining bright |
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Innocence beyond the fight |
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See the kids in the candlelight |
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Yea, yea, yea |
