| I wake in the morning, eyes open
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| They burn like they’ve never been closed
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| Heart beats loud like a thousand drummers
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| Mother, will I explode?
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| War is hell, our civil one
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| War is hell, be civil love, and,
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| Leave me never to wound you
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| Find me when calm comes to you
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| And hold me in your arms
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| This civil war of ours
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| Leave from the city at seven or eight
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| And listen to talk radio
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| All the stories so familiar
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| Mother, will I explode?
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| Back to my town where the wolves are waiting
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| Priming away in the dusk
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| Every hour contemplating love, trust, anger, lust
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| War is hell, our civil one
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| War is hell, be civil love, and,
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| Leave me never to wound you
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| Find me when calm comes to you
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| And hold me in your arms
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| This civil war of ours
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| And hold me in your arms, this civil war of ours
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| Leave me never to wound you
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| Find me when calm comes to you
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| And hold me in your arms, this civil war of ours
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| And hold me in your arms, this civil war of ours |