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I've seen a thousand people kneel in silence |
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And i've seen them face the rifles with their songs |
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I always thought that we could end the killing |
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But now I live in fear that I was wrong |
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The killer and the cynic waltz together |
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Their eyes are turned into their skulls |
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They do not feel the bullets in the bodies |
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They do not hear the dolphins or the gulls |
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If we do these things in the greenwood |
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What will happen in the dry? |
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If we don't stop there'll come a time when women |
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With barren wombs will bitterly rejoice |
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With breasts that dry and never fill with promise |
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Gladly they'll not suckle one more life |
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Is this then the whimper and the ending? |
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The impotence of people raised on fear |
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A fear that blinds the sense of common oneness |
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Common love and life or death are here |
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If we do these things in the greenwood |
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What will happen in the dry? |
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Will no one light the candle in the darkness |
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Will no one be my guide, not let me fall |
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I've lost the sense that tells me where the path is |
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I feel the chill of winter in my soul |
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There's no way I can say the words more plainly |
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There's no one left to point at anymore |
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It's you and me and we must make the choice now |
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And not destroy the life we're living for |
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If we do these things in the greenwood |
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What will happen in the dry? |
