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Fallen brother, he's a, a fallen husband |
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He's about to be woken in his hospital bed |
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He doesn't wanna rest, he just wants to run |
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And he's tired of being told he's the lucky one |
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King crusader, she's a new born leader |
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But you should see her when her daughter's on the phone |
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And she wipes the tears away, and she laces up |
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Because there's still hell to pay and it sure feels like hell today, today |
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And she says, you see these hands |
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They're bruised and brown, they're yours alone |
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Hold on, now we're still going down |
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Hold on, now we're still fighting at home, the war at home |
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Innocence behind his broken expression |
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He's a child of mercy, he's our unlearned lesson |
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And he's trying to wake up from this wilderness his world is now become |
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He's reaching out to those he's running from |
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And he says, you see these hands |
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They're bruised and brown, they're yours alone |
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Hold on, now we're still going down |
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Hold on, now we're still fighting at it's |
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One step forward, two steps back |
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This is all who're marching |
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One step forward, two steps back |
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This is young at heart |
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One step forward, two steps back |
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Through the void of the silence |
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You are not alone |
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You see these hands |
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They're million strong, they are yours now |
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Hold on, now we're all going down |
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Hold on, now we're all fighting at home, the war at home |
