| Semitones and buried bones
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| King Suleiman says to be in the taxi by 4
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| We barter for starters
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| They pray for the martyrs
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| Ma maw wishes I’d give her a call
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| The walls that they’re building
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| The calmness of children
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| Gassed as they were kicking a ball
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| What’s it going to take this time
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| What’s it going to take to change your mind
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| When everything is cosy and fine
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| What’s it going to take to change your mind
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| My friend Sa’id
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| Covered his heid
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| With a balaclava
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| Cause soldiers remember a face
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| Ten years since his cousin
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| One in twenty-dozen
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| Was ended before he had begun
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| And that’s why we stand here
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| Me trembling in fear
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| Forty-five degrees in the sun
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| What’s it going to take this time
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| What’s it going to take to change your mind
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| When everything is cosy and fine
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| What’s it going to take to change your mind
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| What’s it going to take to change your mind
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| And after the melee
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| They sheltered and fed me
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| And then they sent us on our way
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| Often I wonder if under the sun there
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| Whether they are marching today
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| What’s it going to take this time
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| What’s it going to take to change your mind
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| When everything is cosy and fine
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| What’s it going to take to change your mind
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| What’s it going to take to change your mind |