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Yeah I dunno, but it seems to me |
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That always, in time |
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There's been a will and there's been a way |
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No change, no sign |
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Where do you go when you run away |
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With no chance to hide? |
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And I dunno what it represents |
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But our hands are tied |
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When wooden soldiers catch their breath |
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Then everyone can rest |
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When wooden soldiers catch their breath |
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When wooden soldiers catch their breath |
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Then everyone can rest |
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When wooden soldiers catch their breath |
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Oh... |
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See I dunno but it seems to me |
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That always, in time |
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There's been a will and there's been a way |
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No changes, no signs |
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Where do you go when you run away |
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With no chance to hide? |
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And I dunno what it represents |
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But our hands are tied |
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When wooden soldiers catch their breath |
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Then everyone can rest |
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When wooden soldiers catch their breath When wooden soldiers catch their breath |
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Then everyone can rest |
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When wooden soldiers catch their breath |
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When wooden soldiers catch their breath |
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Then everyone can rest |
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When wooden soldiers catch their breath |
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When wooden soldiers catch their breath |
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Then everyone can rest |
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When wooden soldiers catch their breath |