| «In the Battle of Iraq
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| The United States and our allies…
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| …have prevailed»
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| In the city, in the dead of the night
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| The king sits on his throne
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| And he moves around the pieces
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| And he makes the facts his own
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| In the desert, a million miles away
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| A boy looks to the sky
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| And he sees the night exploding
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| And the tears come to his eyes
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| And he wonders:
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| What do they want?
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| What do they want?
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| It’s a desert rain
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| A cavalcade of flames
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| Fired in the name
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| Of the sacred and profane
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| And we’re all to blame
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| And nothing will remain
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| Unless we rise up
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| To stop this desert rain
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| Desert rain
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| To the fat cats behind the wheel
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| Nothing is taboo
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| As they thirst for domination
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| And they hunger for the crude
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| In the desert, in the dead of the night
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| The boy, he prays alone
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| And he wants to be a hero
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| So he’s strapping on a bomb
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| And we wonder:
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| What do they want?
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| What do they, what do they want?
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| It’s a desert rain
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| A cavalcade of flames
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| Fired in the name
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| Of the sacred and profane
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| And we’re all to blame
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| And nothing will remain
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| Unless we rise up
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| To stop this desert rain
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| Desert rain
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| Oh, and we wonder:
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| What do they want?
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| What do they, what do they want?
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| It’s a desert rain
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| A cavalcade of flames
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| Fired in the name
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| Of the sacred and profane
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| And we’re all to blame
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| And nothing will remain
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| Unless we rise up
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| To stop this desert rain
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| This desert rain, this desert rain
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| This desert rain, this desert rain
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| And we’re all to blame
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| And nothing will remain
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| Unless we rise up
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| To stop this desert rain
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| Desert rain |