| It was a day or so ago I saw him run into the night.
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| And on his face, more than a trace of wild fear in the eye.
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| He was haunted by a tragic dream
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| of people in death machines.
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| And he did not know which side he was on,
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| and he hated being in between.
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| Bombs away, bombs away.
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| Sign of the times -- watch where you’re going.
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| Bombs away, bombs away.
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| What will you do -- see you if I free you.
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| Bombs away, bombs away.
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| Into the night -- feel the fear.
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| Bombs away, bombs away.
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| Do you know your left from your right?
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| He’s tired of the lies, he’s tired of the truth.
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| They never give him what they say.
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| He’s tired of the fight, he’s tired of the truce,
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| the blackmail of judgement day.
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| He believes in a magic wave
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| that rolls on the sea of time,
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| that can touch every single human soul
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| if they could recognize it when it came, too late.
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| Bombs away, bombs away.
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| Sign of the times -- watch where you’re going.
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| Bombs away, bombs away.
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| What will you do -- see you if I free you.
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| Bombs away, bombs away.
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| Into the night -- feel the fear.
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| Bombs away, bombs away.
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| Do you know your left from your right? |