| Another time I’ve been before
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| Fighting in the rich man’s war
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| Blood can fill oceans of sand
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| I no longer possess my hand
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| Or mind
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| Or my heart
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| Or my will
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| Do you notice, when we are gone
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| Through the rages of babylon
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| To protect the land of the free
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| Will my family remember me?
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| Is my home this ugly place?
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| When will darkness reveal his face?
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| To feed the mouth of misery
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| They ship our bones across the sea
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| And our lives
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| And our love
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| And our kids
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| Do you notice, when we are gone
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| Through the rages of babylon
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| To protect the land of the free
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| Will my family remember me?
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| Will my family remember me?
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| Now my wife says she can’t see
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| Another time to lay with me
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| As the bombs fall overhead
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| If I’m not, wish I was dead
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| In my mind
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| In my heart
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| In my will
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| Do you notice, when we are gone
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| Through the rages of babylon
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| To protect the land of the free
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| Will my family remember me?
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| Do you notice, when we are gone
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| Through the rages of babylon
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| To protect the land of the free
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| Will my family remember me?
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| Will my family remember me?
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| Will my family remember me? |