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Everywhere they gathered on that day |
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Poppies worn with pride |
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And in a land torn apart by hate |
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People came to pray |
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It was a time of hope, a time of peace |
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A time for a change |
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But in a moment all was raised to the ground |
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Could it ever be the same? |
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Some mother's son or daughter lay in wait |
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And blew some mother's child away |
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And every dream we dream |
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We have to pay the price |
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In God's name what have we become? |
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On Remembrance Day |
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On Remembrance Day |
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Through the hell a father dug with his bare hands |
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Still standing firm in his belief |
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He asked forgiveness for the one who'd taken life |
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I'm sure I heard the heavens cry |
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And as the grey reality of violence leaves its scar |
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The pictures tell the story more than words |
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A sense of survival might teach us all we know |
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But there's another way for voices to be heard |
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Some mother's son or daughter lay in wait |
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And blew some mother's child away |
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And every dream we dream |
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We have to pay the price |
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In God's name what have we become? |
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On Remembrance Day |
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On Remembrance Day |
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-Solo- |
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Some mother's son or daughter lay in wait |
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And blew some mother's child away |
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And every dream we dream |
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We have to pay the price |
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In God's name what have we become? |
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On Remembrance Day |
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On Remembrance Day |
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I pray they find a peace |
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In a great and proud land |
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Where their sons and daughters |
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Will walk hand in hand |
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And all the hearts will beat |
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To the sound of one drum |
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When the streets no more |
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Echo the gun |
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I pray they find a peace |
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In a great and proud land |
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Where their sons and daughters |
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Will walk hand in hand |
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And all the hearts will beat |
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To the sound of one drum |
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When the streets no more |
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Echo the gun |
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I pray they find a peace |
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In a great and proud land |
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Where their sons and daughters |
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Will walk hand in hand |
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And all the hearts will beat |
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To the sound of one drum |
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When the streets no more |
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Echo the gun |
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I pray they find a peace |
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In a great and proud land |
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Where their sons and daughters |
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Will walk hand in hand |
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And all the hearts will beat |
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To the sound of one drum |
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When the streets no more |
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Echo the gun |