| Her arms around a flag of blue
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| His colors flying black and white
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| She hears the voice between the lines
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| He hears the warning, he turns his black
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| Anybody’s war who is there to catch the pieces
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| Anybody’s war faces we don’t recognize
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| She catches every last regret
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| She holds it gently like a dying star
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| He stands like a small boy in the street
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| Throwing rocks and stones into the crowd
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| Anybody’s war who is there to catch the pieces
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| Anybody’s war faces we don’t recognize
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| Anybody’s war turning round and round in circles
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| Anybody’s war people just like you and I
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| Just a little too afraid to take the blame that they can’t hide
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| Like a frightened child who is running scared
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| And they know each other well
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| Through the innocence long gone
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| Is the only thing they ever shared
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| She’ll promise that she’ll try again
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| He’ll promise that he’ll settle down
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| And they will call themselves the best of friends
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| But still they’re strangers, just like anyone |