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And you know itŽs time to go
Through the sleet and driving snow
Across the fields of mourning
Light in the distance
And you hunger for the time
Time to heal, desire, time
And your earth moves beneath
Your own dream landscape
Oh, oh, oh...
On borderland we run...
IŽll be there
IŽll be there...
Tonight
A high road
A high road out from here
The city walls are all pulled down
The dust, a smoke screen all around
See faces ploughed like fields that once
Gave no resistance
And we live by the side of the road
On the side of a hill
As the valley explode
Dislocated, suffocated
The land grows weary of its own
Oh, oh, oh...on borderland we run...
And still we run
We run and donŽt look back
IŽll be there
IŽll be there
Tonight
Tonight
IŽll be there tonight...I believe
IŽll be there...somehow
IŽll be there...tonight
Tonight
The wind will crack in winter time
This bomb-blast lightning waltz
No spoken words, just a scream...
Tonight weŽll build a bridge
Across the sea and land
See the sky, the burning rain
She will die and live again
Tonight
And your heart beats so slow
Through the rain and fallen snow
Across the fields of mourning
LightŽs in the distance
Oh donŽt sorrow, no donŽt weep
For tonight, at last
I am coming home
I am coming home |
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Por U2
