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I hear the sound of distant thunder, echo all around,
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I see the tragedy of young ones lying on the ground,
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I see the fathers' sons and daughters, I hear the mothers crying,
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Nothing left for me to do, but, whisper a prayer for the dying.
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Oh, a prayer for the dying.
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The suffocating heat of jungles, and burning desert sands,
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Where everything reminds you, you're a stranger in a strange land.
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The soothing words of politicians, those bodyguards of lies,
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While guardian angels waste their time and every mother cries.
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Oh, a prayer for the dying, dying, dying.
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Machine gun, battle cry, you pray to God when the bullets fly,
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The bombs fall like black rain, an' all your dreams take you home again,
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Nothing but bad dreams.
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You can't read, you can't write,
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You're so scared, you can't sleep at night
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You try to carry the heavy load,
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Walking down Armageddon road.
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Oh, Armageddon road.
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I hear the sound of distant thunder, echo all around,
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I see the tragedy of young ones lying on the ground,
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I see the fathers' sons and daughters, I hear the mothers crying,
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Nothing left for me to do, but, whisper a prayer for the dying.
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Oh, a prayer for the dying, dying.
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Oh, a prayer for the dying, baby, baby.
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Oh, a prayer for the dying, dying,
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Whisper a prayer for the dying.
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You can't run, you can't hide,
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You can't show what you feel inside.
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You're going crazy, going insane,
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You know you'll never be the same again, no, no.
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Whisper a prayer for the dying, dying, dying, dying, dying, no, no.
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Armageddon road, Armageddon road, I'm walking down Armageddon road.
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Whisper a prayer for the dying
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| David Coverdale |
