| Sometimes it makes me wonder
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| Sometimes it makes me question
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| Sometimes it makes me saddened
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| Always it makes me angry
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| But when you can see it happening
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| Madness that’s all around you
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| Nobody seems to worry
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| The world seems so powerless to act
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| It’s out of control
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| Blood on the world’s hands
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| Each day a new toll
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| Another assassination
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| The same day a new creation
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| But what are they coming into?
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| Security of a world that brings
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| One day another killing
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| Somewhere there’s someone starving
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| Another a savage raping
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| Meanwhile there’s someone laughing at us
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| It’s out of control
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| Blood on the world’s hands
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| Each day it goes on
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| Blood on the world’s hands
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| Blood on the world’s hands
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| Blood on the world’s hands
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| Blood on the world’s hands
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| Brutality and aggression
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| Tomorrow another lesson
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| Expecting another air raid
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| Praying for a ceasefire
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| They say things are getting better
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| No need to be complacent
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| There’s chaos across the border
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| And one day it could be happening to us
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| It’s out of control
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| Blood on the world’s hands
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| It’s our epitaph
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| It’s out of control
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| Someone should know
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| Blood on the world’s hands
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| Someone should- |