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Who can hear, the mornings call? The dead dove's body, as it des fall. Who can see through, the dead man's eyes? As the burning sun, falls from the skies. What once was new, has now become old, What once was alive, has now become cold, What you believed, was worth a lot, Is burnt to ashes, in the melting pot. Let's start again, I hear them say, Let's start again, another day, Let's make again, what we made before, Spill more blood, on the kitchen floor, Lift the cross, up on the hill, Load the guns, to fight and kill. Fight and slaughter, till there's non one left, Till your mind is empty, your heart is deaf, You thought that, I was a soldier too, You thought that I said, I love you, But I tell you now, and I tell it true, The angles of heaven, and the angels of hell, Are riding now, to the ring of deaths bell. What you thought, was silver and gold, Are ashes and dust, on the open road, What you knew was good, what you knew was true, The hot sun has dried, like the morning dew, The very memory, of hope and despair, Is lost in the hole, of your soul laid bare. The empty hole, behind the clouds, The music and the laughing crowds, Are dead and gone, have faded away, As a new sun rises, on a bright new day, I tell you now, and I tell you true, As the hammer of me hits the anvil of you

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Who can hear, the mornings call? The dead dove's body, as it des fall. Who can see through, the dead man's eyes? As the burning sun, falls from the skies. What once was new, has now become old, What once was alive, has now become cold, What you believed, was worth a lot, Is burnt to ashes, in the melting pot. Let's start again, I hear them say, Let's start again, another day, Let's make again, what we made before, Spill more blood, on the kitchen floor, Lift the cross, up on the hill, Load the guns, to fight and kill. Fight and slaughter, till there's non one left, Till your mind is empty, your heart is deaf, You thought that, I was a soldier too, You thought that I said, I love you, But I tell you now, and I tell it true, The angles of heaven, and the angels of hell, Are riding now, to the ring of deaths bell. What you thought, was silver and gold, Are ashes and dust, on the open road, What you knew was good, what you knew was true, The hot sun has dried, like the morning dew, The very memory, of hope and despair, Is lost in the hole, of your soul laid bare. The empty hole, behind the clouds, The music and the laughing crowds, Are dead and gone, have faded away, As a new sun rises, on a bright new day, I tell you now, and I tell you true, As the hammer of me hits the anvil of you