| I don’t know what makes a man
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| Or a woman even think that
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| Terror isn’t evil
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| How could anyone have plans
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| That would guarantee the death of
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| Thousands of people
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| And yet as I look back now on what happened
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| Like the calls from those in planes
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| They were trapped in
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| Whatever they felt that day
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| I love you
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| That was all they wanted to say
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| Call this if you like naive
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| But if I don’t threaten your life
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| Why would you deplore me
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| Just because I might believe
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| In a different set of values
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| You think it unholy
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| What you must remember in
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| They were facing
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| Many feared the worst in calls
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| They were making
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| And yet as is shown that day
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| I love you
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| That was all they wanted to say
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| It’s a fine line you cross when you talk of a loss
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| In terms of its market share
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| There are paintings worth millions gone
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| Who even cares who’d even dare
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| Even if your faith in god is now dwindling
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| Think of those who called up trapped
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| Inside those buildings
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| Knowing what before them lay
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| I love you
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| That was all they wanted to say
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| Nobody I think who’s been
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| Caught up in an act of terror
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| Needs to be reminded
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| What you can’t envisage seeing
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| Is for some very reason
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| They are so delighted
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| Never realized before until this hour
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| Words however much abused
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| Have so much power
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| Think of those who called that day
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| I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
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| That was all they wanted to say |