| What is this war?
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| What are we celebrating for?
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| Said the drunken diplomat
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| What is this pain?
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| Why is there only pain?
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| When there’s nothing to be gained
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| All the killing has begun
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| There is nowhere left to run
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| There’s no bridges left to burn
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| Every gospel has been slayed
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| And every killer-man's been paid
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| There’s no answer, only violence
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| We could order up a drink
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| You could tell me what to think
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| There’s no bridges left to burn
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| If Berlin falls tonight
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| The snow would still be white
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| With no answer but violence
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| Who is this war?
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| It’s wasted and unsure
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| Said the drunken diplomat
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| There’s no answer, only violence
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| There’s no answer, only violence
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| There’s no answer, only silence |