| Mother doesn’t know where love has gone
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| She says it must be youth
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| That keeps us feeeling strong
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| See it in her face, that’s turned to ice
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| And when she smiles she shows
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| The lines of sacrifice
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| And now I know what they’re saying
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| As our sun begins to fade
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| And we made our love on wasteland
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| And through the barricades
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| Father made my history
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| He fought for what he thought
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| Would set us somehow free
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| He tought me what to say in school
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| I learned off by heart
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| But now that’s torn in two
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| And now I know what they’re saying
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| In the music of the parade
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| We made our love on wasteland
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| And through the barricades
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| Born on different sides of life
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| We feel the same
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| And feel all of this strife
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| So come to me when I’m asleep
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| We’ll cross the line
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| And dance upon the street
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| And now I know what they’re saying
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| As the drums begin to fade
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| We made our love on wasteland
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| And through the barricades
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| Oh, turn around and I’ll be there
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| There’s a scar right through my heart
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| But I’ll bare it again
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| I thought we were the human race
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| But we were just another borderline case
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| And the stars reach down and tell us
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| That there’s always one escape
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| I don’t know where love has gone
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| And in this trouble land
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| Desperation keep us strong
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| Fridays child is full of soul
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| With nothing left to lose
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| There’s everything to go
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| And now I know what they are saying
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| It’s a terrible beauty we’ve made
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| So we make our love on wasteland
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| And through the barricades
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| Now I know what they are saying
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| As hearts go to their graves
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| We made our love on wasteland
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| And through the barricades |