| I feel sorry for the soldier who is shot and stoned in anger
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| I feel sorry for his wife and child at home
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| I feel sorry for the bomber who all life and limb dishonours
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| For the people that he’s maimed and left alone
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| The Lord God said love thy neighbour
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| Though in human life he trades, he’s still a man
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| I feel sorry for the children who with open mind are willing
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| To fight for ideals aged and past their time
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| I feel sorry for the children who will join the vicious circle
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| Of instinct fear bred from their parents' minds
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| The Lord God said love thy neighbour
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| Break the circle, free the hater, call him a friend
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| Wake up, wake up, there’s a man by your side
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| With a knife and a gun in each hand
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| Wake up, wake up, you’re one and the same
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| It’s time to stop and decide
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| Is it love or hate?
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| Is it peace or war?
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| It’s for sure there’s no inbetween
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| Politicians point views
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| But they’re pointing for you
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| The solution has to be seen
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| I thought I saw a summer soldier, helmet on his brow
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| His silver rifle clutched beneath his armour-plated shroud
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| I fire in hate, he cried aloud
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| To protect myself from defeat
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| My shield’s my cause, my cause is war
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| And from war I’ll make no retreat
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| I dreamt I saw an angel bright, a halo on his brow
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| His golden sword lay in its sheath beneath his silver shroud
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| I drwa thee not, he cried aloud
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| Though your deeds like spears strike my soul
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| My shield’s my love, my cause is peace
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| Faith be sure I shall not retreat |