| I know you mean them well
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| This game of life we’re playing
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| Is half in heaven half in hell
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| And your ideals are to be envied
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| Like some little child’s dream
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| They crash around my aching head
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| Like rocks tumbling down a stream
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| You’re the soldier of freedom
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| And you’re the fighter for peace
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| But you’d put the gun into my hand
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| And signal up the guillotine’s release
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| There’s been a million years of troubles
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| And there’ll be a million more
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| And a million years of history
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| Well, you just cannot ignore
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| And I wish I had your confidence
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| In our own sweet human kind
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| But your words are just the ashes
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| Of what all the others left behind
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| You’re the soldier of freedom
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| And you’re the fighter for peace
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| But you’d put the gun into my hand
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| And signal up the guillotine’s release
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| So you can sing to me of bravery
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| Sacrifice and pain
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| And you know I’ll listen carefully
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| 'Cause my heart feels just the same
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| But your way it’s like the trundle
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| Of a worn and wooden wheel
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| And your words are made from speeches
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| Your own innocence conceals
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| You’re the soldier of freedom
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| And you’re the fighter for peace
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| But you’d put the gun into my hand
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| And signal up the guillotine’s release
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| So you can say I’m tired
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| You can say I am no use
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| You can say my courage fails me
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| But that’s only half the truth
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| It’s love we all are needing
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| We’ve been fighting for too long
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| Now I’ll lay down my weary pen
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| And I will kindly move along
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| You’re the soldier of freedom
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| And you’re the fighter for peace
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| But you’d put the gun into my hand
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| And signal up the guillotine’s release |