| One too many gone, one too many died
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| All my heroes have been silenced
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| All the young men marching off in two-four time
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| Dance to that righteous killer’s cadence
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| One too many gone, laying wasted in the sand
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| Death’s got no feeling for the brave
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| Crazed men hustling selling guns and ammunition
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| Bear your rifle, bear your burden, save your children
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| Mothers raise their sons for the sacrifice
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| Babies carry guns and dream of paradise
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| Nectar and roses and soft dark Arabian nights
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| Dying for water, and no oasis in sight
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| No mean day dream bridal magazine
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| Promises to wave a magic wand
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| Advertising confidence, fourteen lesson eloquence
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| Will teach you how to live beside the bomb
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| High school fools rule, foam from the mouth
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| Keep you 'til you’re old enough to buy
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| Teachers talk of temperance, allegiance to coincidence
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| Snd documents to recompense your pride
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| No one calls on you to live, no one calls you to die
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| No one sends roses to crazy old ladies who lie
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| In dark dusty rooms the size of a small foreign car
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| Sometimes you wonder where all the good people are
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| Strangers walk the streets in the summer heat
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| Tempers shorter than a baby’s dryness
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| Stepping on your shoes, leaving mind and body bruised
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| Ain’t it easy now to kill someone for kindness
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| It’d make a man of any man who’s old enough to cry
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| Surely make a loser feel at home
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| Blessings on the children of the city when they die
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| One more overpopulation gone
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| You cannot walk the streets no more, or live in town
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| I always thought there’d be somewhere to crawl
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| When the sky fell down
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| I’m watching my horizon exploding
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| Like a spring too tightly wound
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| Silence is the only sound |