Now we can say that nothing's lost and only change brings round the prophecy
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Where now it's melting, the solid frost was once a veil on greener landscapes we would see
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Beneath my surface the water's heating
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And steam comes up and out the tears you see me shine
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For every strange and bitter moment there was never a better time
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For every pleasure exacts its pain
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How you hurt me how you were good to me
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Beneath my window a mournful train that makes me smile at my bad poetry
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Beneath my surface a song is rising
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It may be simple while it hides its true intent
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We may be looking for our deliverance but it has already been sent
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It's in the night fall when the light falls
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And what you've seen isn't there anymore
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It's in our blind trust that love will find us
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Just like it has before
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They're sending soldiers to distant places
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X's and O's on someone's drawing board
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Like green and plastic but with human faces
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And they want to tell you it's a merciful sword
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But with all the blood newly dried in the desert
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Can we not fertilize the land with something else
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There is no nation by god exempted
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Lay down your weapons and love your neighbor as yourself
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In the night fall when the light falls
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And what you've seen isn't there anymore
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It's through our blind trust that love will find us
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Just like it has before
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Our Deliverance
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