when I saw the churches
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the stained glass was gone
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and the boxes were empty
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I wondered how long
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when I saw the blind man
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who can't see the sun
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he talked of his army
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and some war they won
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he prayed for the future
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and he prayed for the past
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and he said his heart still bleeds
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for the wife he once had
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when I told the blind man
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we're all here alone
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he said the strong wind
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was taking us home
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Taking Us Home
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| The Samples |
