| Mother giving birth to a little son
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| Lucky in the rain of falling bombs
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| Father he is young but holding wise
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| You see the wrinkles around his eyes
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| Hold me cover my sight
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| This is no paradise
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| Don’t show me the
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| Nations sides of the world
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| How many hours and how many days
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| Love is just slipping away
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| How many mountains and how many years
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| In tears
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| How many centuries and how many times
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| Was fears
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| Poop selling flowers like nothing’s going on
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| Simple ignoring the falling bombs
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| Children play around I guess they found some wheels
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| You see them running down the naked fields
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| Hold me cover my sight
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| This is no paradise
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| Don’t show me the
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| Nations sides of the world
|
| How many hours and how many days
|
| Love is just slipping away
|
| How many mountans and how many years
|
| In tears
|
| How many centuries and how many times
|
| was fear
|
| How many hours and how many days
|
| Love is just slipping away
|
| How many mountans and how many years
|
| In tears
|
| How many centuries and how many times
|
| was fear
|
| How many hours and how many days
|
| Love is just slipping away
|
| How many mountans and how many years
|
| In tears
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| How many centuries and how many times
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| was fear |