| And they wonder what our parents say
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| And they wonder how we’ll raise our children
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| And they tell me that I’m living with a monster
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| And they whisper that she took up with a villain
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| But I don’t see dragon’s scales
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| And I don’t see claws and fangs
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| All I’m looking at is arms that hold me
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| Brown eyes that understand
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| And when she closed those eyes one final time no pipers came
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| But I know we got a love that’s truer than a military sniper’s aim
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| But we won’t die in vain
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| Tie that chain round my waist
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| And pull me from the bottom of the pit of hell up to your final resting place
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| Sarajevo, Sarajevo
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| You’re the altar that I pray to
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| God is love and love is all we have
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| We were trynna run from the city
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| Had the hope and the pride of the kids
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| People wanna put up walls to divide us
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| Kinda fitting that we died on a bridge
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| Same souls, both sides of the banks
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| They say we’re different and they’re fillin in the facts
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| But they put the same metal in the bullets
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| And they put the same bullets in our backs
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| Kinda love that we got is one in a mill
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| Ain’t no God that I pray to would wanna kill
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| It’s not God but it’s fear and it’s politics
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| And a Molotov that was lit with a dollar bill
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| Don’t say that all is lost
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| Escape this holocaust
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| My God, Allah, my darling, star and crescent and my cross
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| Sarajevo, Sarajevo
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| You’re the altar that I pray to
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| God is love and love is all we have
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| Sarajevo, Sarajevo
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| I will honor and be faithful
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| God is love and love is all we have
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| Where do we come from? |
| Where do we go?
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| You could fill up the sea with the things I don’t know
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| But I know what I feel and I know when it’s real
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| And I hope that we heal
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| We’re two drops of the blood and tears
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| Over thousands of years of the clash of the steel
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| I’m not blind to the cycle
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| We’re pressed in spine of a Bible
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| They define the divine by the title
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| But what did Christ say? |
| To be kind to my rival
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| You’re my kind of revival
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| It’s true ya, my favorite Hallelujah
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| You my you my favorite Hallelujah |