| Dad, what did you do in the war?
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| Something to answer for?
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| You say too young I am to know
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| Dad, I’ve heard you cry at night
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| Mournful and desperate blight
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| Where did you learn that song you sing
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| «War is in me! |
| I was the war!
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| And your praying brings back the suffering
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| No, please, don’t start to cry
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| I only pray you’ll never know
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| The things I see every time I close my eyes
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| Angels still have faces»
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| What did you do in the war, dad, tell me Why can’t you smile when the children sing
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| Did the wages of war cut your soaring wings
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| And your soul is now torn, unlike mine
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| Do you fear yesterday will in someway
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| Define the life of your child?
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| Dad, I know what you did in the war
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| Deeds devils would abhor
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| Did you filfil the oath you swore?
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| Dad, did you do it for me?
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| Their blood for my life to live
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| In the hollow without reprieve, without you
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| «War is in me! |
| I am the war!
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| Don’t you force me to live the nightmare again!
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| I’m sorry
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| Please, don’t make my cry
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| My son, you never ever want to know
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| How when guarding your sleep serene I hear
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| The silence of the children who sang»
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| Far and beyond the stars there’s
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| A place where all the love,
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| All the goodness we could have still resides
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| But we choose life away from the light
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| You can find ghosts of loss in the gaze of your
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| Beautiful child |