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To hear the swallows roosting beneath me
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To hear the moonlight trickling by
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I come down to this bridge when I'm troubled
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And oh I am troubled tonight
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'Cause I was tucking my girl in at bedtime
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And as I got up she grabbed on my arm
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And she asked of those underground silos
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And who are the people they'll harm
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I told her
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Some believe the final fight
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Will be won with greatest might
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Weapons aren't what make us strong
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No I believe that they are wrong
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So I raise my voice up high and clear
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To let them know that I am here
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For if we don't stand and fight
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I believe that they'll be right
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It is more of a shame than a hopelessness
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That I feel on the bridge at this hour
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We feed the shadow of fear with our silence
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Now it's intoxicated with power
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For regardless of whether the war hits
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Ever releasing our skies
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They are kiling our kinship of nations
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And the hope in our own children's eyes
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And as I watch the big dipper pour blackness
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Down over this field's fading light
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My daughter reminds me that the morning sun
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Can rise up through the darkest of night
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And though our governments tell us they're different
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My heart knows we're one and the same
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In their Kansas the sun warms the wheatfield
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Just like my beloved Ukraine
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Chorus
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Some believe...
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¨Ï David Wilcox, all rights reserved
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The Final Fight
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David Wilcox |