| Come on down from that tree, little Daniel
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| Come on down, the winds are getting cold
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| They found your brother naked, alone crying out in the storm
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| Screaming God, God, my God, God, I’m coming home
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| Tell my mother I’m buried down in the sand
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| Tell my father I made it to the Promised Land
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| Tell my brother Danny to forgive me if he can
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| For claiming war, war, war, that war makes you a man
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| So you, so you say you never wanted war
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| So you, so you say that’s what love is for
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| So you, so you say you never wanted war
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| What the, Lord what the hell is all our fighting for?
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| Fighting for, fighting for
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| Well, come on down from that tree, little Daniel
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| Just come on down, the winds are getting cold
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| They found your brother naked, alone crying out in the storm
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| Screaming God, God, my God, God, I’m coming home
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| So you, so you say you never wanted war
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| So you, so you say that’s what love is for
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| So you, so you say you never wanted war
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| What the, Lord what the hell is all our fighting for?
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| Fighting for, fighting for |