| Whoa, oh, oh
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| The sounds, the sounds of war
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| It ain’t pretty, oh
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| I hear the sound of war
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| Echoing over yonder
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| It make I-man stop and wonder
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| I heard the song of bomb
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| That sound like thunder
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| The flashing like that looks like lighting
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| The rolling of the tanks across the plains
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| And the children so confused
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| And the elders not amused
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| Is Babylon unleashing all its might
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| Destroying everything in sight
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| I can feel the agony of the people
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| Filled with fear, destruction everywhere
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| When two governments disagree, the people dies
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| No one listens to their cries
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| Whenever theirs war, the children perish
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| Losing everything they ever cherish
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| They send their sons and daughters to die on the battlefield
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| All in the name of freedom, all in the name of democracy
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| Those that make it back, they show no mercy
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| Living in the streets like rats
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| Nowhere to rest their backs
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| I hear the sound of war
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| Echoing over yonder
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| Said I hear the sound of war
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| Echoing over yonder
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| I can feel the agony of the people
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| Filled with fear, destruction everywhere
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| Whoa, oh the sound of war
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| It ain’t pretty
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| I said the sound of war
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| It ain’t pretty
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| It ain’t pretty
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| Whenever there is war, the children perish
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| Losing everything they ever cherish
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| We send our sons and daughters to die on the battlefield
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| All in the name of freedom, all in the name of democracy
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| And those that make it back, they show no mercy
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| Living in the streets like rats
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| Nowhere to rest their backs |