| I was at home
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| Usually I don’t watch the news
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| Cause again I’m not strong
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| Oh, I wish that they told the truth
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| So that we could go on
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| They call it news
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| But it’s so old
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| Nothing good ever comes
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| And they take us for a fool
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| Is it me?
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| Or is always the same again?
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| Or does it mean
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| That we are the one to blame?
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| 'Cause we see and we feel their pain in vain
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| Maybe we are the one insane
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| Insane
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| They were so small
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| Four of them
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| They were playing ball but it was a war zone
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| They heard a sound or maybe a blast in a flash
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| They are gone
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| Nothing but blood and broken bones
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| Through the warmth of our homes
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| I felt their quivers and the moans
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| Is it me?
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| Or is always the same again?
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| Or does it mean
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| That we are the one to blame?
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| 'Cause we see and we feel their pain in vain
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| Maybe we are the one insane
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| Insane
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| Who’s to come to save our souls?
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| Who’s to come to save our souls?
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| Who will reach inside the hole?
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| And then it goes on
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| The dancing deads on the crying songs from the mothers so strong
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| Wailing their names
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| Holding the graves
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| 'Cause they’re forever gone
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| It’s somewhere else
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| So we feel safe
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| From the warmth of our home
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| I felt their quivers and the moans
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| Is it me?
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| Or is always the same again?
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| Or does it mean
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| That we are the one to blame?
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| 'Cause we see and we feel their pain in vain
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| Maybe we are the one insane
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| Insane
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| Who’s to come to save our souls?
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| Who’s to come to save our souls?
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| Who will reach inside the hole?
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| Save our souls
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| Save our souls
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| Won’t you save our soul?
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| Won’t you save our soul?
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| Won’t you save our soul? |