More and more
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The rain lingers on
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War only was
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To bond us all
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Hell no, no war can paint this more sore
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The path is packed with bags of coal
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And bags of coal from some monstrous soul
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And no, no rain can clean this at all
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You say, "there's no way-out at all" is something false
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But way-out, if it is not far is still getting narrow
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The prayers for light result in failure and dismay
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But almost yawn, it's a deja-vu sounding horror
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Someday I'll take you by the hand
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And leave this place without a face
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I won't let our world to crumble down and come undone
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But it's not now, just let me gather strength,
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We weren't meant to be perfect
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Some things ain't easy even if they seem to work just fine
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Somewhere over that bridge it's done
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Hey, the rain it splits as we walk
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But war lingers on and some pain lingers on
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As we rode the darkness all night long
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And there's no rain in this final climb
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Where Dante and I have seen such a sight
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And Beatrice, my bride
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To sleep now it's time
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Comedia
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| Novembre |
