| Children of the revolution coming out to play
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| Bombers ripped the night apart and blew the school away
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| Some live on the south side and they overlook the water
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| Some live on the north side and they’re looking at the border
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| And those children of the revolution see the soldiers come
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| Smiling at the widows as they take away the sons
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| Children of the revolution shot down with a brand new gun
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| They’re dropping down like flies and in their eyes
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| The images of war are in their eyes
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| They’ve seen it all before and know your lies
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| Won’t keep their bellies full
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| In love and war there are no rules
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| Children of the revolution getting off the boat
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| To face the ignorance and prejudice that keep this land afloat
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| Children of the revolution make a brand new start
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| Running through the rubble of a thousand broken hearts and in their eyes
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| All promises are broken in their eyes
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| The words that can’t be spoken and your lies
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| Don’t keep their bellies full
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| In love and war there are no rules
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| But in their eyes
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| Murder comes by sea and from the skies
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| It’s shiny and it’s quick to take their lives
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| And if it’s cruel in love and war there are no rules
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| Children of the revolution coming out to play
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| Someone sells a gun and someone blows them all away
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| Children of the revolution sold out by the banks
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| Who swap the green upon the dollars for the green upon the tanks
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| Children of the revolution shot down by a brand new gun |