| God on high, hear my prayer
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| In my need, you have always been there
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| He is young, he’s afraid
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| Let him rest, heaven blessed
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| Bring him home
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| Bring him home
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| Bring him home
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| He’s like the son I might have known
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| If God had granted me a son
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| The summers die, one by one
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| How soon they fly, on and on
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| And I am old and will be gone
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| «Empty Chairs at Empty Tables»
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| There’s a grief that can’t be spoken
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| There’s a pain goes on and on
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| Empty chairs at empty tables
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| Now my friends are dead and gone
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| Here they talked of revolution
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| Here it was they lit the flame
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| Here they sang about 'tomorrow'
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| And tomorrow never came
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| From the table in the corner
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| They could see a world reborn
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| And they rose with voices ringing
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| And I can hear them now!
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| The very words that they had sung
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| Became their last communion
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| On the lonely barricade at dawn
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| «I Dreamed a Dream»
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| I dreamed a dream in time gone by
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| When hope was high and life worth living
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| I dreamed that love would never die
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| I dreamed that God would be forgiving
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| But the tigers come at night
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| With their voices soft as thunder
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| As they tear your hope apart
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| As they turn your dream to shame
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| I had a dream my life would be
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| So different from this hell I’m living
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| So different now from what it seemed
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| Now life has killed the dream I dreamed
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| «Bring Him Home»
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| If I die, let me die
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| Let him live
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| Bring him home
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| Bring him home
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| Bring him home |