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Mother doesn't know where love has gone |
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She says it must be youth that keeps us feeling strong |
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I see it in her face that's turned to ice |
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And when she smiles she shows the lines of sacrifice |
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And now I know what they're saying |
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As our sun begins to fade |
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And we made our love on wasteland |
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And through the barricades |
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Father made my history |
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He fought for what he thought would set us somehow free |
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He taught me what to say in school |
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I learned it off by heart but now that's torn in two |
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And now I know what they're saying |
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In the music of the parade |
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And we made our love on wasteland |
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And through the barricades |
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Born on different sides of life |
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But we feel the same and feel all of this strife |
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So come to me when I'm asleep |
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And we'll cross the line and dance upon the streets |
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And now I know what they're saying |
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As the drums begin to fade |
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And we made our love on wasteland |
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And through the barricades |
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Oh, turn around and I'll be there |
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Well there's a scar right through my heart but I'll bare it again |
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Oh, I thought we were the human race |
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But we were just another borderline case |
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And the stars reach down and tell us |
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That there's always one escape |
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Oh, I don't know where love has gone |
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And in this troubled land desperation keeps us strong |
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Friday's child is full of soul |
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With nothing left to lose, there's everything to go |
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And now I know what they're saying |
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It's a terrible beauty we've made |
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So we make our love on wasteland |
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And through the barricades |
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And now I know what they're saying |
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As our hearts go to their graves |
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And we made our love on wasteland |
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And through the barricades |
