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I've wept for those who suffer long |
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But how I weep for those who've gone |
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Into rooms of grief and questioned wrong |
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But keep on killing |
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It's in the soul to feel such things |
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But weak to watch without speaking |
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Oh what mercy sadness brings |
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If God be willing |
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There is a train that's heading straight |
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To heaven's gate, to heaven's gate |
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And on the way, child and man, |
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And woman wait, watch and wait |
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For redemption day |
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Fire rages in the streets |
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And swallows everything it meets |
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It's just an image often seen |
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On television |
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Come leaders, come you men of great |
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Let us hear you pontificate |
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Your many virtues laid to waste |
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And we aren't listening |
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What do you have for us today |
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Throw us a bone but save the plate |
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On why we waited til so late |
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Was there no oil to excavate |
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No riches in trade for the fate |
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Of every person who died in hate |
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Throw us a bone, you men of great |
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There is a train that's heading straight |
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To heaven's gate, to heaven's gate |
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And on the way, child and man, |
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And woman wait, watch and wait |
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For redemption day |
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It's buried in the countryside |
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It's exploding in the shells at night |
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It's everywhere a baby cries |
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Freedom |
