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Come to help us please |
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The voices they call to me |
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They want to be free |
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For all of their pain |
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I'll rise up once more |
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I will open the door |
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Voices are calling |
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In my head |
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Voice of the fallen |
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Haunting me again |
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They speak of dying |
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Cold and bare |
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Children are crying |
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Men only stare |
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Voices screaming in my head |
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The shadows of the dead |
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Their time will never come |
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Behind me there is a noise |
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Of crying men and boys |
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Hearing the lost voice |
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I'm never alone |
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The silence they still won't go |
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Not until they know |
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They're not gone in vain |
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They honour us with pain |
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So they call my name |
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Beaten and torn |
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How could I |
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Rid of the scorn |
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Only with my mind |
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I'll do my best |
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Helping them |
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Peacefully rest |
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Silence will come then |
