| I found a black beret on the street today
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| It was lying in the gutter all torn
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| There’s a white flag flying on a tall building
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| But the kids just watch the storm
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| Their dirty faces pressed on the windows
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| Shattered glass before their eyes
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| There’s a mad dog barking in a burned out subway
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| Where the sniper sleeps at night
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| No birthday songs to sing again
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| Just bricks and stones to give them
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| Wrap them up in your father’s flags
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| And let them cry to heaven
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| No birthday songs to sing again
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| Just bricks and stones to give them
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| Wrap them up in your father’s flags
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| And let them cry to heaven
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| There are many graves by a cold lake
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| As the beds were when your babies are born
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| And your rag doll sits with a permanent grin
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| I saw a black cat tease a white mouse
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| Until he killed it with his claws
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| Seems a lot of countries do the same thing
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| Before they go to war
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| No birthday songs to sing again
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| Just bricks and stones to give them
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| Wrap them up in your father’s flags
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| And let them cry to heaven
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| No birthday songs to sing again
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| Just bricks and stones to give them
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| Wrap them up in your father’s flags
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| And let them cry to heaven
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| Let them cry to Heaven
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| Let them cry to Heaven
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| Let them cry to Heaven |