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We stand at the crossroads with holes in our hands |
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For all those crucified, forgotten fatherlands |
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I kissed your forehead, I kissed your lips |
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I dreamed of four girls for an apocalypse |
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But one day, someday, for you and me |
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An angel with talons will set us free |
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We drove through the mist, to a house by a lake |
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And waited in the garden for D'Annunzio to wake |
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And we stand at the crossroads with holes in our hands |
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For all those crucified, betrayed, lost motherlands |
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Behind the soft words of liars and fools |
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You're either the ruler or you're the ruled |
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The fuse has been lit, the sacrifice bled |
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And nature's deciding we are more use to her dead |
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On the ledge of a cliff, hanging onto rosary beads |
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My wrists are aching and my fingers do bleed |
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Below me there's flies and disease |
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But above me the light and the breeze |
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And we stand at the crossroads with holes in our hands |
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For all those brutalized, genocide, paranoid lands |
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They're cutting up corpses, putting them into sacks |
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And blood in the moonlight looks ever so black |
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You pick wild flowers, dream of love and respect |
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In this world of the noose, the knife and the rack |
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