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More and more |
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The rain lingers on |
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War only was |
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To bond us all |
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Hell no, no war can paint this more sore |
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The path is packed with bags of coal |
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And bags of coal from some monstrous soul |
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And no, no rain can clean this at all |
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You say, "there's no way-out at all" is something false |
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But way-out, if it is not far is still getting narrow |
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The prayers for light result in failure and dismay |
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But almost yawn, it's a deja-vu sounding horror |
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Someday I'll take you by the hand |
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And leave this place without a face |
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I won't let our world to crumble down and come undone |
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But it's not now, just let me gather strength, |
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We weren't meant to be perfect |
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Some things ain't easy even if they seem to work just fine |
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Somewhere over that bridge it's done |
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Hey, the rain it splits as we walk |
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But war lingers on and some pain lingers on |
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As we rode the darkness all night long |
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And there's no rain in this final climb |
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Where Dante and |
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I have seen such a sight |
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And Beatrice, my bride |
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To sleep now it's time |
