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They say the skies of Lebanon are burning Those mighty cedars bleeding in the heat They're showing pictures on the television Of women and children dying in the street Oh, we're still at it in our own place Still trying to reach the future through the past Still trying to carve tomorrow from a tombstone But hey, don't listen to me 'Cause this wasn't meant to be no sad song We've heard too much of that before Right now I only want to be with you Till the morning dew comes falling I want to take you to the island And trace your footprints in the sand And in the evening when the sun goes down We'll make love to the sound of the ocean They're rising banners over by the markets Whitewashing slogans on the shipyard wall Witch-doctors praying for a mighty showdown No way a holy flag is gonna fall Up here we sarifice our children To feed the worn out dreams of yesterday And teach them dying will lead us into glory But hey, don't listen to me Letras de canciones'Cause this wasn't meant to be no sad song I've sung too much of that before Right now I only want to be with you Till the morning dew comes falling I want to take you to the island And trace your footprints in the sand And in the evening when there's no-one around We'll make love to the sound of the ocean I know us plain folks don't see all the story I know that peace and love is just copping out I guess that young boys dying in the ditches Is just what being free is all about How this twisted wreckage down on Main Street Will bring us all together in the end As we go marching down the road to freedom Freedom From Letras Mania