Words and music by John Kay, Michael Wilk and Rocket Ritchotte
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Crossing the line in the dead of night
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Five years old and on the run
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This ain't no game, boy, don't make a sound
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And watch that man with the gun
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Say a prayer for the ones we leave behind, say a prayer for us all
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Come take my hand now and hold on tight
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Take one last look at that wall
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Think of the shattered lives, think of the broken hearts
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Think of the battered dreams, of families still torn apart
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Wall of bitter tears, wall of crying pain
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Wall of chilling fear, you will never keep me here
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For I, I shall crawl right down through that wall
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I will crawl right on through that wall
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That fateful night I was one that got away,
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A young and restless renegade
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Chasing my dreams, still on the run,
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I had some moments in the sun
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Years flew by like a speeding bullet train, I sang my songs to one and all
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Then came the day when I had a chance to pay
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My respects to the names on that wall
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I saw the wooden crosses, saw the bloody stains
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Saw the gruesome pictures of all the ones that died in vain
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Wall of countless victims, wall of endless shame
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Had just one thing gone wrong I might have joined that list of names
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And I cried for all who died there at the wall
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I recall weeping at the wall
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"Freedom has many difficulties, and democracy is not perfect,
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But we've never had to put a wall up to keep our people in¡¦
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While the wall is the most obvious demonstration of the failures of communism,
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We take no pride in it¡¦for it is an offense against humanity, separating families,
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Dividing husbands and wives, brothers and sisters and
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People who wish to be joined together¡¦
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All free men, wherever they may live, are citizens of Berlin
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And therefore, as a free man I take pride in the words "Ich bin ein Berliner".
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(Excerpts from John F. Kennedy speech at the Berlin wall June 26, 1963)
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Turned on the news in November '89
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I could not move, I could not speak
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Something was burning up in my eyes,
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Something wet ran down my cheek
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All those laughing faces, all those tears of joy
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All those warm embraces of men and women, girls and boys
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Sisters and brothers dancing, all singing freedom's song
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God, if only I could be there to shake your hands and sing along
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Oh I, I would climb right up on that wall
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And join you all dancing on the wall
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Standing tall walking on the wall
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Tear it down, right down to the ground
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Tear it down, right down to the ground
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¨Ï 1989 Black Leather Music, Inc., (BMI), Michael John Music (BMI), Attlebrat
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The Wall
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John Kay |