| It was seven months since 9/11
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| And the work was almost done
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| It was seven months since 9/11
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| And the work had just begun
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| Ground Zero lit the evening sky
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| Like a beacon through the heart
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| The searchlights drove through Heaven’s doors
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| And blew them far apart
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| A few miles north on the Hudson River
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| We had gathered for a sort of wake
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| Nobody felt like celebrating
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| But the Firemen needed some kind of break
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| They’d been to so many funerals
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| And seen so many God-awful sights
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| They’d been to Ground Zero from dawn to dusk
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| And round the clock some nights
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| To Kingdom come, to hell and gone
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| To somewhere far away
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| Where murder doesn’t break the heart
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| On a sunny day
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| I was all dressed up like the rest of the crowd
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| At the Roxy Club that night
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| The men and women in Uniform
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| Tried hard to keep it light
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| Kevin Bacon played and sang
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| And folks began to smile
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| Chris Bodi played his silver horn
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| With rhythm and with style
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| I sang my song Amazing Grace
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| And people laughed and cried
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| Ronan Tynan sang Danny Boy and
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| Not an eye was dry
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| Steve Buscemi spoke of life
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| At Engine 55
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| Of how these heroes
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| Stayed the course and
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| Saved so many lives
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| To Kingdom come, to hell and gone
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| To somewhere far away
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| Where murder doesn’t break the heart
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| On a sunny day
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| A burly man with a handsome face
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| Stuck out his hand and smiled
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| Say, meet my wife, we like your songs
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| We’ve been with you mile for mile
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| Though he had a rugged face
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| I knew I saw the hurt
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| Then he pointed to a spot above the collar of his shirt
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| Just look here on the back of my neck
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| There’s a tattoo, can you see?
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| Just right here, I got up close
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| And saw the number 343
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| The number of the Firemen
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| Who were lost upon that day
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| The numbers of those heroes
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| Ground Zero was their grave
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| To Kingdom come, to hell and gone
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| To somewhere far away
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| Where murder doesn’t break the heart
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| On a sunny day
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| Those firemen loaded up with gear
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| Climbed to their death’s that day
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| Along with all the other hundreds
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| Blasted on their way
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| Police and EMS and those
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| On whom death took its toll
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| And more whose dreams will never dawn
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| More than three thousand souls
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| I left the party after that
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| I could not stay my tears
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| For all our gifts for all our hopes
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| For all our nameless fears
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| For all our heroes, men and women
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| Lost on that black day
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| Those firemen with courage
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| In their hearts so strong and brave
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| Who made sure in their final hours
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| There were 30,000 saved
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| They’ve gone to where there are no tears
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| And every heart is gay
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| And they won’t be forgotten on a sunny day
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| To Kingdom come, to hell and gone
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| To somewhere far away
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| Where murder doesn’t break the heart
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| On a sunny day
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| Where murder doesn’t break the heart
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| On a sunny day |