By Chris De Burgh
The
last time I cried, I was sitting home,
And
it was deep in the night,
Staring
at the shadows and the flickering lights,
Giving
all that I had, to take them away,
Giving
all that I had, to make them pay;
The last time I cried, I could see the people,
Long
ago in the rain,
Waiting
as the soldiers put them all on a train,
And
the hands on the bars, the eyes full of tears,
And
the word is the same, for a thousand years,
Eli Eli Lama, oh Lord, you have forsaken me,
Eli
Eli Lama, oh Lord, you have forsaken me;
The last time I cried, I could not believe it,
When
I held on a face,
Staring
at a soldier with his gun in the rain,
It
was the face of a child, my child here asleep,
And
the soldier who smiled, the man was me,
Eli Eli Lama, oh Lord, you have forsaken me,
Eli
Eli Lama, oh why, have you forsaken me?
Eli
Eli Lama, oh Lord, you have forsaken me,
The last time I cried, the last time I cried,
The
last time I cried, the last time I cried,
The
last time I cried, the last time I cried,
The
last time I cried, the last time I cried,
The
last time.
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