| Nobody owns no land
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| We all like grains of sand
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| We are possessed and mad
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| And land owns the dead
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| The dead like seeds of hate
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| The plant that man create
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| A dish on a plate
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| For gods that we invent
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| Time don’t wait
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| Ideals that we invent
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| Time and time again
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| Spitting, drinking pain
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| Different values pouring flooding like rain
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| To wash a land that will never get wet
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| A helping hand that is full of sweat
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| A plan that man create
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| The sound of war sustained
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| (No man’s land)
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| The bodies laying and nothing gained
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| (Man is mad)
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| The ash the dust and dirt don’t understand
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| (No man’s land)
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| There’s no way out the fight must find it’s end
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| Underground
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| International blend
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| A nation claims to own
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| A land and every stone
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| The past we had is gone
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| With memories to learn
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| The future in our sight
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| Morning calls the night
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| To give a ray of light
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| You hope to end the fight
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| Time don’t wait
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| New future in our sight
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| Time don’t wait
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| Nobody owns no land
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| The sound of war sustained
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| Time and time and time and time and time again
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| (No man’s land)
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| The bodies laying and nothing gained
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| (Man is mad)
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| The ash the dust and dirt don’t understand
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| (No man’s land)
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| There’s no way out the fight must find it’s end
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| (Man is mad)
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| A man is born the chance to start again
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| (No man’s land)
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| The fight must find it’s end
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| Underground
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| International plan
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| International blend
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| The sound of war sustained |