| Learning to kill is a matter of habit
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| The more you have done it, the better you’re at it
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| It starts on the alleys of Sechem at night
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| The borderlines blur in the evening light
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| A rifle butt bangs on an old rusty door
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| «Where is your father? |
| Get down on the floor!»
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| Soon it gets serious, a curfew’s declared
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| The city falls silent, there’s death in the air
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| Cocking his weapon with shaking fingers
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| Grits his teeth as he’s hugging the trigger
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| Young blood rushes, his heart pounds
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| He knows it gets easier the next time around
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| They’re just objects and shadows, not women and men
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| Learning to kill is a natural thing
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| Learning to fear is a matter of habit
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| The more you have done it, the better you’re at it
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| News from above reach the street
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| There’s no hope of living, the end is so near
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| Tidings of terror, a raven’s crow
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| Shutter your windows, lock up your homes
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| We’re just a handful, a tiny country
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| Surrounded by evil, they won’t let us be
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| They have hate in their hearts and in all that they bring
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| Learning to fear is a natural thing
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| Cruelty is a matter of habit
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| The more you’ve seen it, the better you’re at it
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| Every boy has a tyrant’s desire
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| Hands behind the head, legs spread wide
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| These are times of danger, times of despair
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| No room for compassion, a soldier can’t care
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| Our neighbors are vermin, they’re used to the blood
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| How can they feel pain when they’re living in the mud?
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| Through cruel routine a soldier is born
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| Ignorance soon turns to evil in war
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| Israel’s land is for Israel’s kin
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| Cruelty comes as a natural thing
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| Learning to love is a natural thing
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| It will find a way if you just let it in
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| It will be strange at first, but then you’ll see it
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| That learning to love is a matter of being
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| Being human is a matter of habit
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| A few baby steps, then you get better at it
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| To be for one minute, just now, just recall
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| The opposite side of the towering walls
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| But our hearts have hardened along with our skin
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| We built a bubble and let no one else in
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| We’ll be staring in wonder as the angel falls
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| Then being human will be a matter of course
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| Will be a matter of course |