| Wounded soldier, rest a while
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| In this hosue you’re safe from harm
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| Let the war fight itself
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| Don’t be alarmed
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| Though I wear a uniform of your army’s enemy
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| I am no enemy to you
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| We didn’t start this war, or the one before
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| All we’ve ever wanted was to love in peace
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| War is the mindset of those threatened by the thought
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| Of losing power, and control, don’t you see
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| We have been our worst enemy
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| But you and I have minds of our own
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| We can choose to disengange
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| From the collective misperception
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| Of the kind of war that’s being waged here
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| We’re living in fear
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| Life, like the stream running through
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| The many hills and plaines of landscape you
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| To meet the greater body of the sea
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| There, not diminished but built upon
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| It returns itself to where it came from
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| So can it be with you and me
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| We are the heart and soul of our greater whole
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| All we’ve ever wanted was to come home to ourselves
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| Since time immemorial there’s been conflict and war
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| Each new one greater than the one before
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| Don’t you see we have been our sole enemy?
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| But you and I can break the circle
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| We don’t have to feed the flames
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| Pointing fingers, blaming others
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| We are all to blame around here
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| For living in fear |