the miles underneath my feet they don't mean a thing, to me
they built a wall straight through my home I'll climb underneath, for you
in my dreams over olive trees,
bullets turn to doves with songs of peace
with songs of love
their bullets flying over me, the flames in my chest beg me "run"
for centuries this holy land, raped and ravished through, i weep
their guns are waving in my face, they tell me if i come or if i go,
for centuries this holy land, raped and ravished through, i weep
their guns are waving in my face, they tell me if i come or if i go,
as I stare into his eyes, I know you've helped me come, to love...my enemies
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