| The nations rage and yet they’re falling apart
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| Their walls and weapons won’t conquer the heart
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| And the fathers and sons, are carrying guns
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| They cover the earth like a flood
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| They labor in vain, for an end to the pain
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| But freedom was purchased in blood
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| And the blind lead the blind further away
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| Each man pursues the dream that’s calling his name
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| Each man’s desire is fanning the flame
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| And the fathers and sons, are carrying guns
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| They cover the earth like a flood
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| They labor in vain, for an end to the pain
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| But freedom was purchased in blood
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| And the blind lead the blind further away
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| They cry for rights and titles, still they won’t kneel
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| And so the wound refuses to heal
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| And the fathers and sons, are carrying guns
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| They cover the earth like a flood
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| They labor in vain, for an end to the pain
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| But freedom was purchased in blood
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| And the blind lead the blind
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| Always they’re striving but never arriving in time |