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'Twas long ago near Jericho where Joshua lit the spark |
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A soldier from a holy war lay dying in the dark |
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And he heard the final trumpet |
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through the sacred culling ground |
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He heard a sound like thunder |
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as walls came tumbling down |
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Jericho Jericho |
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He'd prayed to find redemption - He prayed for inner peace |
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He'd prayed upon the innocents when searching for release |
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He had travelled far behind the lines - cut the sacred wire |
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He'd put his lips against the steel - the symbol of his ire |
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Jericho Jericho |
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The lifeline - his holy cross - the giver of sweet gifts |
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Small mercies for the dying on a final graveyard shift |
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Jericho Jericho |
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There was a final consecration - a final calling card |
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A lifetimes culmination for the words that came so hard |
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The blood was coursing through his veins - he knew the final score |
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Sword lay in the scabbard - Death was at the door |
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Jericho Jericho. |
