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How can we ever be free again? |
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After all the shouting and crying |
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Trying to hurt one another for nothing |
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Things will be better again |
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Baby's in red, broken and bled |
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By the flames that rule her fields of fire |
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Baby's in blue, broken in two |
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May the rains run through her fields of fire, her fields of fire |
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Now that the skies have gone clear again |
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And we try to talk it through, peace of mind |
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One day at a time we're praying |
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Things will be better again |
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Baby's in red, broken and bled |
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By the flames that rule her fields of fire |
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Baby's in blue, broken in two |
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May the rains run through her fields of fire, her fields of fire |
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Something is hurting way deep down inside |
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Showing the scars of the ghosts that are hiding |
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Stay in my arms |
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Things will be better again |
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Baby's in red, broken and bled |
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By the flames that rule her fields of fire |
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Baby's in blue, broken in two |
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May the rains run through her fields of fire |
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Baby's in red, broken and bled |
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By the flames that rule her fields of fire |
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Baby's in blue, broken in two |
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May the rains run through her fields of fire |
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Baby's in blue, what shall she do? |
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May the rains run through her fields of fire, her fields of fire |