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Burn wounds, legless dolls, houses charred and empty |
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Flood lights, uniforms, haul our families off in trucks |
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What hills are those we see so far? Those hills so high and fair |
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Those are the hills of the homes we left |
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I miss my little sister so, can't we go back and look? |
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Sorry your sister's gone for good |
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See that tip of the land she said, that is where we must walk |
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And there find passage out to the sea |
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I'm so very cold, can we not light a fire? |
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No, we can't light a fire, they'll see, they will come for us. |
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It's a long way coming down the mountain |
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It's a rabbit black coming down the mountain |
