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(brooker / reid) |
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Zika nor nama ... hesah! |
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Through this hourglass |
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Sands are running fast |
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In deserted plains |
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Kingdoms write their names |
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On these burning sands |
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Kingdoms show their hands |
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In these killing fields |
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Soldiers show their steel |
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The men who play the gods of war |
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They stay behind the guarded door |
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And hostages who seek release |
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They're crying out to keep the peace |
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Holding on... holding on |
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One day we will be free, one day if we're strong |
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Holding on... holding on |
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Through the shadows cast to a brighter day |
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In these fields of stone |
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Far away from home |
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In this vale of tears |
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The men who play the gods of war |
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They stay behind the guarded door |
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Religious leaders teachin' hate |
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Praise the war and call it fate |