When the white flag sails, covered in
streaks of light 
There'll be an endless sea, of us rising up 
And the preacher man, and the preacher's son 
Stand on and on, just like everyone

Me longing to be free, I'll let you fade away 
We shed some many dreams, don't let them fade away

In the hands of love, we carry home 
Stronger than we started 
We're ashamed of the trail behind us 
Weakest is the blinded
Who we [bad word] alive, yeah
Who we [bad word] to life

When the water spills, the glass will break 
It drips like [bad word] up your face 
And the hands will crawl, for the dance of war 
But the saints of joy, their bickering will soar

Me longing to be free, I'll let you fade away 
We shed some many dreams, don't let them fade away

In the hands of love, we carry home 
Stronger than we started 
We're ashamed of the trail behind us 
Weakest is the blinded 
Who we [bad word] alive, yeah 
Who we [bad word] to life

Me longing to be free, I'll let you fade away

In the hands of love, we carry home 
Stronger that we started 
We're ashamed of the trail behind us 
Weakest is the blinded 
Who we [bad word] alive, yeah 
Who we [bad word] to life

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