Out of the blue on the wings of a dove
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A messenger comes, with the beating of drums
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It's not a message of love
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Our childern are born, and we keep them warm
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They must have the right, to live in the light
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To be safe from the storm
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Out of the blue, with wings on his heels
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A messenger comes, bearing regrets
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For the time that he steals
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But steal it he will, my children's and mine
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Against our desires, against all our needs
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Our blood spilled like wine
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Over and over we call . . . no one hears
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And further and further and further we fall
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And though we pray that we soon will awake
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It is clear, that it's no dream at all
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Our lives are at stake
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I cannot believe, nor even pretend
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That the thunder I hear, will just disappear
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And the nightmare will end
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So hold back the fire 'cause this much is true
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When all's said and done, the ending will come
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From out of the blue
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Out Of The Blue
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| David Gilmour |
