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Found her in a small cafe Happen to be on that day To watch you go by Came to pass that we shall be Early signs of victory From out of their eyes If you lay your guns to the ground Feel the way of coming down Fall from your mind Something that I ought to see Take away the pain of day I'm leading the plan
Old man drifting Won't you carry me out Of this place
Found her in a small cafe Happen to be on that day To write it all down As it fell upon the floor You thought of all that's gone before They went to the ground
Old man drifting Won't you carry me out Of this place
Why dirt is rising to the sun of your God Given grace Through the sun of God Given grace
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