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Found us in a small café, happened to be out that day, to watch it go by.
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It came to pass that we shall be, early signs of victory from out of their eyes
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If you lay your guns to ground, feel the weight of coming down, fall from your mind.
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Something that I ought to say to take away the pain of day, I'm leading the blind.
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Old man drifting won't you carry me out of this place.
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Found us in a small café, happened to be out that day, to write it all down.
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As they fell upon the floor, thought of all that's gone before, they went to the ground.
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Old man drifting won't you carry me out of this place.
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The white dove is rising to the sound of your god given grace.
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To the sound of your god given grace.
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