| Inna me country you are a child until the age of eighteen
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| A man one day — because of the uniform in green
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| Inna your hand dem a place a gun -- M16
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| From youths to life we have army between
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| Separated from your roots & sent to war school
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| Are you a nation warrior?
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| Or just a meaningless tool?
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| For every simple action there is a complicated rule
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| To fight for peace seems a sentence of a fool
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| Tears of a Hebrew mother — the cry of a Hebrew nation
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| Loss of a Hebrew soldier — the cry of a Hebrew nation
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| Tears of a little sister — the cry of a Hebrew nation
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| Loss of a Hebrew soldier…
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| Me know that our history demand it nowadays
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| A problematic situation ain’t just a passing phase
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| I wonder to myself there must be lots of other ways
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| To live alongside neighbors not alongside graves
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| Oh. |
| I remember when I left home
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| Full of wonders and fears for a trip of 3 years
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| The pictures of the families try hiding dem tears
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| They never came back again open your ears…
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| Now it’s night time… quiet inna tent
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| A phone call home & another message sent
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| Final words and map direction
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| About the operation
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| Camouflage & arms begin the last steps of preparation
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| Before sunrise dem a leave After a night without no sleep
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| Towards the ancient village
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| Dem are four inna the jeep
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| And a gunshot heard
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| Explosion & a scream, smoke & faya
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| A pinch to leave the dream…
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| But this a no dream, an everyday reality
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| We deal with Loss of our friends
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| And our relatives
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| We deal with Memorial day each day nah once a year
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| We a deal with
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| We haffi deal with what dem deal with
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| Sons of Israel will return home safe & well
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| Sons of Israel will return home safe & well |