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Wake up in a cold sweat
Nightmares buzzing at my brain
No one beside me
Got to be a better way
Slip into the dark of night
Looking for the morning light
Walking down the cold streets
Bad wind whipping in my face
Deep down inside me
I hear voice call out my name
See the first hint of the light
Getting closer all the time
I feel it I feel it
Come to me tomorrow
Silent city morning
Flying to tomorrow
No more yesterday
I'm alive tomorrow
Silent city morning
I can see tomorrow
Burning in my eyes
Pull the callous off my heart
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Everything is beautiful
And nothing hurts you at all, you at all
Everything is beautiful
And nothing hurts you in the world, in your world, in your world
Words plain with lullaby refrain
So sweet sleep
Enjoy the time you keep
All around is wonderful
And nothing harms me at all, me at all
All around is wonderful
And nothing harms in my world, in my world
Words plain with lullaby refrain
So sweet sleep
Enjoy the time you keep
And if you call, I'll follow after all
So sweet calm will keep us safe from harm
Everything is beautiful
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When I left my home and my family
my mother said to me
"Son, it's not how many Germans you kill that counts
it's how many people you set free"
So I packed my bags
brushed my cap
Walked out into the world
seventeen years old
Never kissed a girl
Took the train to Voronezh
that was as far as it would go
Changed my sacks for a uniform
bit my lip against the snow
I prayed for mother Russia
in the summer of '43
And as we drove the Germans back
I really believed
That God was listening to me
We howled into Berlin
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A thought in my head (I think) of something to do
Expressions tell everything, I see one on you
When I was invisible, I needed no light
You saw right through me (you said) was I out of sight?
My love, she comes in colors
You can tell her from the clothes she wears
When I was in England town, the rain fell right down
I looked for you everywhere, I could not be found
A thought in my head (I think) of something to do
Expressions tell everything, I see one on you
My love, she comes in colors
You can tell her from the clothes she wears
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