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Stabat Mater |
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Woodkid |
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In the glorious days, till we lost our ways, |
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Hey, do you recall when the war was just a game? |
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Now the wind ventures to other plains, |
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Hey, when will I see you again if I go? |
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This train whistles and blows all sounds away, |
| [00:55.83] |
Hey, how could we be close again? |
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Now the night is bathing in disgrace, |
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Hey, do you still braid some flowers in your hair, |
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Come the sound of boots and metal chains, |
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Hey, will the perfume of the daisies remain? |
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A circus of horses in dancing in the bay, |
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Hey, now the fire's in the way |
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The past is sucked by quicksands I'm afraid, |
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Hey, do you recall when the war was just a game? |
