| My, my Kuiama, she came in the morning
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| She smiled but the tears on her little face
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| Showed the pain that had been in that far-off place
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| So sad, treated so bad
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| My, my Kuiama, don’t break your heart tryin'
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| To say how your ma and your pa passed away
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| And they left you to wander the ruin and decay
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| Real mean, that bullet machine
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| See here Kuiama, now ten thousand miles
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| Is a long, long way and you’re here today
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| And you won’t go back so you might say
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| «Hello, how do you do?»
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| Kuia, stop your cryin', there’s no bombs a-fallin'
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| No horsemen in the night a-ridin'
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| Through your dreams and tearing at your life
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| Baby, goodnight
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| No more silver rain will hit your ground
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| And no more guns will sound
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| No more life be drowned
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| No more trenches where the soldiers lie
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| And no more people die
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| Beneath that big black sky
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| Wake up, Kuiama, I got somethin' to tell you
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| It’s just that I mean, well, that is to say
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| That I’m trying to explain but I’ll start again
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| For you, I must be true
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| Kuia, in this country, they got rules with no reason
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| They teach you to kill and they send you away
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| With your gun in your hand, you pick up your pay
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| So cool, that no mercy tool
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| Kuia, please believe me, I just couldn’t help myself
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| I wanted to run but they gave me a gun
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| And they told me the duty I owed to my fatherland
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| I made my stand
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| Kuia, I just shot them, I just blew their heads open
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| And I heard them scream in their agony
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| Kuiama, she waits there for me
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| True blue, you saw it through |