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Took the ground, |
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From underneath my feet. |
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Silent town, |
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Ghosts this empty street. |
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I see the home that once was mine, |
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Now just bones of former life. |
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Touch this page of sacred time, again, |
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I see you call... |
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You don't have to be strong for me. |
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I won't shoot your defences down. |
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Whatever happens, I want you to see |
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We can face it together. |
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And turn it around. |
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A new life |
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Grows within his hands. |
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Coming back |
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To this promised land. |
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And with these bones we will rebuild, |
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To the flesh of future life. |
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Giving back that sacred time, again... |
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You don't have to be strong for me. |
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I won't shoot your defences down. |
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Whatever happens, I want you to see, |
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We can face it together. |
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And turn it around. |