Too many believe In some "master plan" 'cause it's hard to accept What's not shapen by hand. But here, under the sun, Where events can't be undone; Once superstition's spent - You gotta know, We want our brothers back. The hurt came down From the clear blue sky. The sands of time Went rushing by. It came as a shock, We'd shut our eyes.
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