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They say the skies of Lebanon are burning |
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Those mighty cedars bleeding in the heat |
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They're showing pictures on the television |
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Women and children dying in the street |
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And we're still at it in our own place |
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Still trying to reach the future through the past |
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Still trying to carve tomorrow from a tombstone |
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But hey, don't listen to me |
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This wasn't meant to be no sad song |
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We've heard too much of that before |
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Right now I only want to be here with you |
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Till the morning dew comes falling |
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I want to take you to the Island |
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And trace your footprints in the sand |
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And in the evening when the sun goes down |
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We'll make love to the sound of the ocean |
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They're raising banners over by the markets |
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Whitewashing slogans on the shipyard walls |
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Witchdoctors praying for a mighty showdown |
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No way our holy flag is gonna fall |
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Up here we sacrifice our children |
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To feed the worn out dreams of yesterday |
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And teach them dying will lead us into glory |
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But hey, don't listen to me |
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This wasn't meant to be no sad song |
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We've heard too much of that before |
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Right now I only want to be here with you |
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Till the morning dew comes falling |
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I want to take you to the Island |
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And trace your footprints in the sand |
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And in the evening when the sun goes down |
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We'll make love to the sound of the ocean |
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Now I know us plain folks don't see all the story |
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And I know this peace and love's just copping out |
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And I guess these young boys dying in the ditches |
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Is just what being free is all about |
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And how this twisted wreckage down on main street |
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Will bring us all together in the end |
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And we'll go marching down the road to freedom, freedom |
