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I woke up this mornin' and none of the news was good |
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And death machines were rumblin' 'cross the ground where Jesus stood |
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And the man on my TV told me that it had always been that way |
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And there was nothin' anyone could do or say |
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And I almost listened to him |
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Yeah, I almost lost my mind |
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Then I regained my senses again |
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And looked into my heart to find |
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That I believe that one fine day all the children of Abraham |
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Will lay down their swords forever in Jerusalem |
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Well maybe I'm only dreamin' and maybe I'm just a fool |
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But I don't remember learnin' how to hate in Sunday school |
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But somewhere along the way I strayed and I never looked back again |
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But I still find some comfort now and then |
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Then the storm comes rumblin' in |
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And I can't lay me down |
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And the drums are drummin' again |
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And I can't stand the sound |
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But I believe there'll come a day when the lion and the lamb |
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Will lie down in peace together in Jerusalem |
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And there'll be no barricades then |
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There'll be no wire or walls |
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And we can wash all this blood from our hands |
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And all this hatred from our souls |
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And I believe that on that day all the children of Abraham |
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Will lay down their swords forever in Jerusalem |