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All my friends, all my friends will meet the end someday So I sing a song for them to guide them on their way Through the violet highs and the ochre lows My load feels heavy most days All my friends I always knew and so did you that we were going to war Years have passed I’m trying to remember who it’s for If we reach thirty six, or if the door gets slammed at least I know we’ve tried for all my friends... Marching on, the Tennessee dawn is lifting o’er the fields Steady on, America, you know it’s time to heal If you open your arms you’ll feel us, warm and ready for the change all my friends... Aus Songtexte Mania