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We were woken by planes And parachutes falling down from the sky Through the morning light There were holes in the sides Of the buildings falling down to their knees Warm the ashen breeze Our city surendered and we moves away I wrote to you letters most every day We hid in the farms and factories empty We could only dream of leaving We fled towns on fire, with stomachs empty Crossed borderlines, swam the rivers dry Our prayers they were answered And we turned to go I wrote to you letters, I want you to know We hold onto your words We listen for years, we listen for years We inherit the los Our blood it is yours, our bloos it is yours We hold onto your words We listen for years, we listen for years We inherit the los Letras de cancionesOur blood it is yours, our bloos it is yours And when it was over, we moved far away I wrote to you letters most every day (Thanks to Jasmine for these lyrics) From Letras Mania