| Bombs over the street, bombs all over the subway
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| Bombs on your mind, when there is no one around
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| In your garden there was never a problem
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| But now you’re standing on the street
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| Bombs for your dad, bombs for your mummy
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| Bombs that passed a long time ago
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| And in your childhood there was never a problem
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| But now you’re standing on the street
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| And you wish that there was something you could do To win back that feeling that was new and fresh but
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| Bombs over the street, bombs all over the subway
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| Bombs on your mind and the people around
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| It’s such a shame now, this game you play now
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| You’re standing lonely on the street
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| With bombs tied on to your feet
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| Blood all over the street, blood all over your body
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| Blood on your mind and the people around
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| And in your garden there was never a problem
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| But now you’re standing on the street
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| And you wish that there was something you could do To win back that feeling that was new and fresh but
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| Bombs over the street, bombs all over the subway
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| Bombs on your mind and the people around
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| It’s such a shame now, this game you play now
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| You’re standing lonely on the street
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| With bombs tied on to your feet |