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the hands are reaching for the bright black morning light |
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our leader down on his knees right before our eyes |
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and suddenly |
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we're coming home |
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we're growing strong |
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we're coming home again |
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all though this little wonder |
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and all of you |
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destroyed with nothing but a stone or two |
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lay down your sword this boy turned gold from blue |
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before the men take off your crown, be true |
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the arrows float over us |
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so hear the children play |
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the same old song |
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the same old plan |
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and hear the old folks pray |
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because then you'll understand that |
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the sun will shine |
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the rain will fall |
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the sun will shine again |
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all through this little wonder |
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and all of you |
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destroyed with nothing but a stone or two |
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lay down your sword this boy turned gold from blue |
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before the men take off your crown, be true |
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the arrows float over us |
