I carried you in my arms
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Through the hotel to our room
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The night was filled with music
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Those old historic tunes
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Songs of revolution
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Filled our hearts and fed our souls
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As the fireworks exploded
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Like those cannons long ago
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See the kids in the candlelight
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Spirits on the mend
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Every golden child tonight
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Just changes on the wind
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See the kids in the candlelight
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See 'em shining bright
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Innocence beyond the fight
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See the kids in the candlelight
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Five hundred wooden saints below
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The color's cracked and dry
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You said their stories should be told
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Did they suffer when they died?
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Give us your tradition
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Give us hope and send us home
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We'll be the cracked bells tolling
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The voice of dust and bones
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See the kids in the candlelight
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Spirits on the mend
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Every golden child tonight
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Just changes on the wind
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See the kids in the candlelight
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See 'em shining bright
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Innocence beyond the fight
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See the kids in the candlelight
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The pillow that you dream on
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Lies rolled up on the floor
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You tossed it at the TV screen
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At the drug lord and his war
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Thinking of the courtyard
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Forced a tear from your eye
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The white shirts in the moonlight
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The warm forgiving smiles
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See the kids in the candlelight
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Spirits on the mend
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Every golden child tonight
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Just changes on the wind
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See the kids in the candlelight
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See 'em shining bright
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Innocence beyond the fight
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See the kids in the candlelight
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Yea, yea, yea
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Mexican Vacation
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| Elton John |
