| Violence for violence, time after time
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| Putting those things right out of your mind
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| Thinking this could never happen to you
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| Just to those folks on the evening news
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| Chorus: It’s no big deal they say
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| It’s just the kind of madness you get used to
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| It’s a truth you always have known
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| It’s tough as sinew and bones
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| And you don’t get used to it
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| Violence for violence, it just comes around
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| It cries in the night with a desperate sound
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| But where do you run when fear stalks your dreams
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| How do you measure the weight of those things
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| Chorus: It’s no big deal they say
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| It’s just the kind of madness you get used to
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| It’s a truth you always have known
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| It’s tough as sinew and bones
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| And you don’t get used to it
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| The strong will bet by, cause they always do
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| The small and the helpless are counting on you
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| Doesn’t anybody notice, doesn’t anybody care
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| Doesn’t anybody ever give a dam out there
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| So up on the hill they fight like little children
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| Arguing over who gets the crumbs
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| Plotting and planning, cheating and scamming
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| While the soul of a country
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| Slowly gets numb
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| It’s no big deal they say
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| It’s just eh kind of madness you get used to |