| You can see them for miles
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| You can count them for days
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| Overlooking the ground where the dead soldiers lay
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| There is a lesson to be learned from this
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| The gathering clouds of war can be extinguished
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| How far are you willing to take this
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| How far are you willing to go
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| Are you ready to go
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| Whether we win or lose
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| We’ve lost too much to compare the two
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| Whose side are you, whose side are you on?
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| Don’t let the small smudges blur out the big picture
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| You fucking be the one to tell their mothers
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| Their sons are never coming home
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| You try to wash the blood off your hands
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| But the oil’s too thick it won’t come clean
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| It seems you’ve tried everything
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| From black water to gasoline
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| We are staring down the mother of all messes
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| This is so ridiculous
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| Do you have any idea what our children have in store?
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| They will be fighting our wars
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| Paying our debts
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| They will suffer the outcome of our own regrets
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| And it’s a sad fact to face to know
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| That this is the truth
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| Their words stagger like a drunken man
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| Manipulative like the bottle in his hand
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| Is the the world I see in front of me
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| A world before
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| Is this the world I see in front of me
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| A world of war
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| This is a game of chess and we are all the pawns
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| It’s just a pattern they expect us to follow
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| It’s just a pill they give that’s too big to swallow
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| You try to wash the blood off your hands
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| But the oil’s too thick it won’t come clean
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| It seems you’ve tried everything
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| From black water to gasoline
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| So tell their mothers their sons are never coming home
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| You fucking be the one to bring that news back home
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| Self righteous you stand on your hill at the top
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| It’s a beautiful view but how much did it cost
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| You can see them for miles
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| You can count them for days
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| Over looking the ground where the dead soldiers lay
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| Some young and some old, a family a friend
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| These are women these are children
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| What will it take for an end. |