| Fear — of unknown things
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| Is crawling deep inside us
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| Hate — for other men
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| Arises without reason
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| No one on this earth was born viciously
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| What makes a man running wild?
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| Pain — they may not feel
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| They die with all their pride
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| Glory — for their deeds
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| And not one single tear
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| No one on this earth was born viciously
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| What makes a man running wild?
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| What have they done
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| when they were young?
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| Playing in the sand without a gun:
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| Watch the children play
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| You know their destiny’s unknown
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| They won’t ever tell lies
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| No sorrow in their eyes
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| Their innocennce is clearly shown
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| Why can it not be saved?
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| All those weird leaders
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| who try split the world
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| They have been a little child as well
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| They fight for their religion or at least
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| that’s what they say
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| Fanatic bigotry and all this hate they shed
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| Jews Christs and Muslim
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| Together’s just a dream
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| Struggling everywhere
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| Nothing’s left to share:
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| Watch the children play
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| You know their destiny’s unknown
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| They won’t ever tell lies
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| No sorrow in their eyes
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| Their innocennce is clearly shown
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| Why can it not be saved?
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| tears without an eye
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| A truth within a lie
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| All the cowards spilling blood they hide
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| without shame
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| Is this the way they dreamed their life?
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| Do they still remember times
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| they never felt hate?
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| Did they reach to point of no return?
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| What have they done
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| when they were young?
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| Playing in the sand without a gun:
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| Watch the children play
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| You know their destiny’s unknown
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| They won’t ever tell lies
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| No sorrow in their eyes
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| Their innocennce is clearly shown
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| Why can it not be saved? |