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stop the madness
The way you judge a man as you look into his soul, and imagine we called him a dreamer
and our journey s end and then we turn we must
and you ll soon see everything
a land without a king
Stop the madness, a hush in the crowd as the horse rode by black lace veil hid the tears from her eyes
how many tears will the children cry
If ashes are ashes and dust is dust, till we suffer no more sadness, white doves then fly
Must we bury anymore, and imagine we called him a dreamer
One song left to sing, a land without a king Hatchet, a hush in the crowd as the horse rode by black lace veil hid the tears from her eyes
Stop the madness, he paid our price now he s free at last, a voice from the past cried give peace a chance
And our journey s end and then we turn we must, till we suffer no more sadness, peace to all
White doves then fly, the way you judge a man as you look into his soul
oh stop the madness
How many times must good men die, a voice from the past cried give peace a chance, a king without a sword
A land without a king, a land without a king, white doves then fly
how many times must good men die
A king without a sword, a land without a king, the truth without a voice
A hush in the crowd as the horse rode by black lace veil hid the tears from her eyes, a king without a sword
One song to sing, to the sands of the shore Fall, he paid our price now he s free at last
and we all wept in silence
A hush in the crowd as the horse rode by black lace veil hid the tears from her eyes, if ashes are ashes and dust is dust
Till we suffer no more sadness, one song to sing
And imagine we called him a dreamer, a king without a sword
The truth without a voice, how many tears will the children cry, tell me why the peacemakers fall
A wise man told me there s something you should know, a land without a king
must we bury anymore
Oh stop the madness, the way you judge a man as you look into his soul Of, and we all wept in silence
How many tears will the children cry, and imagine we called him a dreamer
if ashes are ashes and dust is dust
must we bury anymore
A king without a sword, how many times must good men die Of, a hush in the crowd as the horse rode by black lace veil hid the tears from her eyes
White doves then fly, and you ll soon see everything
The way you judge a man as you look into his soul, and you ll soon see everything
Oh stop the madness, how many times must good men die
and we all wept in silence
and our journey s end and then we turn we must
a voice from the past cried give peace a chance
A hush in the crowd as the horse rode by black lace veil hid the tears from her eyes, a king without a sword
one song to sing
One song to sing, and our journey s end and then we turn we must, and our journey s end and then we turn we must
White doves then fly, till we suffer no more sadness Peacemakers, and our journey s end and then we turn we must
And imagine we called him a dreamer, one song left to sing
a wise man told me there s something you should know
and we all wept in silence
The way you judge a man as you look into his soul, to the sands of the shore Of, how many tears will the children cry