| Woke him up with a barrel to his head
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| His eyes shut tight bracing for the blow
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| Resigning his life to the metal held
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| In another man’s hand
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| Twenty days in a concrete fallout
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| What life have I to take your own
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| Oh my country won’t you call out
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| Doorbells are ringing with boxes of bones
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| And from another land’s war torn corners
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| To a prison cell in my own
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| Punish me for not taking your orders
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| But don’t lock me up for not leavin' my home
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| Your words just a bloody fallacy
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| A house of cards you painted white
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| You tried to recreate Normandy
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| But you made up the reason to fight
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| And now red oil is spillin' down on the street
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| And your eyes so big for the belly is weak
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| Will you not refuse this currency
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| Or is blood money just money to you
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| Is blood money just money to you
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| Twenty days in a concrete fallout
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| What life have to take your own
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| Oh my country won’t you call out
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| Doorbells are ringing with boxes of bones
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| From another land’s war torn corners
|
| To a prison cell in my own
|
| Punish me for not taking your orders
|
| But don’t lock me up for not leavin' my home
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| Twenty days in a concrete fallout
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| What life have to take your own
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| Oh my country won’t you call out
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| Doorbells are ringing with boxes of bones
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| From another land’s war torn corners
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| To a prison cell in my own
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| Punish me for not taking your orders
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| But don’t lock me up for not leavin' my home
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| Camilo
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| Camilo
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| Leave him alone
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| Camilo
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| Camilo |