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So open up your morning light |
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And say a little prayer for I |
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You know that if we are to stay alive |
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Then see the peace in every eye |
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She had two babies, one was six months, one was three |
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In the war of '44 |
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Every telephone ring, every heartbeat stinging |
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When she thought it was God calling her |
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Oh, would her son grow to know his father? |
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I don't want to to wait for our lives to be over |
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I want to know right now what will it be |
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I don't want to wait for our lives to be over |
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Will it be yes or will it be sorry? |
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He showed up all wet on the rainy front step |
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Wearing shrapnel in his skin |
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And the war he saw lives inside him still |
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It's so hard to be gentle and warm |
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The years pass by and now he has granddaughters |
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I don't want to to wait for our lives to be over |
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I want to know right now what will it be |
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I don't want to wait for our lives to be over |
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Will it be yes or will it be sorry? |
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You look at me from across the room |
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You're wearing your anguish again |
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Believe me I know the feeling |
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It sucks you into the jaws of anger |
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So breathe a little more deeply my love |
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All we have is this very moment |
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And I don't want to do what his father |
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And his father, and his father did |
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I want to be here now |
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So open up your morning light |
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And say a little prayer for I |
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You know that if we are to stay alive |
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Then see the love in every eye |
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I don't want to to wait for our lives to be over |
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I want to know right now what will it be |
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I don't want to wait for our lives to be over |
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Will it be yes or will it be sorry? |
