| When I was young
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| I longed to be a soldier
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| Playing war on the street
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| With Billy and my brother
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| Remembering all them
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| Years ago, Pop said:
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| «Don't be a pawn in a rich man’s war
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| You can’t pick a side living on a ball
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| The only fight’s to save your soul.»
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| Kid, when I look around
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| And witness all the horror
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| And all the things that we do
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| To hurt one another
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| I got open the gates
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| We want more
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| We want more
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| Got everything
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| Can’t find what we’re looking for
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| We want more
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| We want more
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| Tell me what it means
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| Feeding this machine, yeah
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| (Hey)
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| (Hey)
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| (Hey)
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| (Hey)
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| When I was putting my little boy to bed:
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| «What about all the war and fighting?» |
| he said
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| «Everybody at school, talking about world war three
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| Can you tell me what’s gonna happen to our family?»
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| Kid, when I look around
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| And witness all the horror
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| And all the things that we do
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| To hurt one another
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| Could make you lose your hope
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| Lose your faith
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| Go awol on the human race
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| Got to believe in love
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| More than I do in hate
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| And when they rise the walls
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| You got to open the gates
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| We want more
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| We want more
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| Got everything
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| Can’t find what we’re looking for
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| We want more
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| We want more
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| Tell me what it means
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| Feeding this machine, yeah
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| We want more
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| We want more
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| Got everything
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| Can’t find what we’re looking for
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| We want more
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| We want more
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| Tell me what it means
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| Feeding this machine, yeah
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| We want more
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| We want more
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| Got everything
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| Can’t find what we’re looking for
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| We want more
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| We want more
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| Tell me what it means
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| Feeding this machine, yeah
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| (Hey)
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| We Want More
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| (Hey)
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| We Want More
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| (Hey)
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| We Want More
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| (Hey)
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| We Want More
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| (Hey)
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| We Want More
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| (Hey)
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| We Want More
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| (Hey)
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| We Want More
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| (Hey)
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| We Want More |