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I've heard cries and whispers |
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Like a storm up in the pines |
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Seen fires set up on a house |
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Like angry kudzu vines |
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Seen grown men on their knees |
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But that story's old as time |
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It's just the way of the world |
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I've heard every battle |
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Is the one to end all war |
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Seen thousand fall in line |
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And never know what for |
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And still our greatest fear |
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Is just that knock upon the door |
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It's just the way of the world |
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Is there any difference |
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In the sun that climbs or falls |
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Or in tryin' to get in or out |
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When facin' down a wall? |
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I just know I must get over |
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As somehow must we all |
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It's just the way of the world |
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It's just the way of the world |