| I was born in a war
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| So they call me a war baby
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| I was born in a war
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| And it don’t make me war crazy
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| And the guns start to roar
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| As the fire sweeps the streets (crazy)
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| Why can’t we walk this road together
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| And keep our children safe and sure?
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| War, war baby
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| And the war made us poor
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| Made our future unsure, hazy
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| Why don’t we run this race together
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| And keep our children safe and sure?
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| But the arms race is on
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| And the tanks all roll out
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| All the guns are in place
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| We just wait for the shout to arms, to arms
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| And the guns start to roar
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| From the ship to the shore, (crazy)
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| And the bombs start to fall
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| As we crouch in the hall
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| As they bust through the breach
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| Out on Omaha Beach, yeah
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| Why can’t we run this road together
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| Why can’t we hope to find a cure
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| But the arms race is on
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| And the tanks all roll out
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| All the guns are in place
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| As we wait for the shout
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| And the army sweeps on and on
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| And the navy sails out
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| As we rush to the edge
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| As we wait for the shout to arms, to arms
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| War, war baby |