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A white light blazing deep |
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Through the wasteland searching we |
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Soaring birds now hunt the brow |
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As I, thirsty, gripped with hunger now |
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Clear sighted, painful ends to win |
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The battle of the me so wafer thin |
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The line between the devil's teeth |
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And that which cannot be repeat |
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Push me in, take me t'ward |
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The subject in the subject taught |
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A war without a war within |
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Join head and heart for to begin |
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Bemused we flinch, no easy work |
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For invited men are loath to shirk |
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The line between the devil's teeth |
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And that which cannot be repeat |
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War work |
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War work |
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War work |
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Hey, man, how will you feel |
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When all you have and all you own |
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Is your only true friend |
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When above you in the firmament |
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Flow the blood of the prophets |
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Out of your reach |
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From your aching speech |