| 'To the outsider it seems that we in Britain live daily under the cloud of terrorism.
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| That familiarity sometimes makes you think of it as almost normal, then suddenly something will happen…'
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| We stand, hang our heads disbelieving
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| then not knowing how could such a thing be wrong
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| we wonder just what they must be thinking
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| to take a life of one so young
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| So tell me when will it be over now, how soon?
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| how far must we go, to prove to you?
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| We wait and we wonder how this happened
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| killing the old, the innocent, the young
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| while sons follow in fathers footsteps not understanding
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| that what they do could somehow be so wrong
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| So tell me when will it be over now, how soon?
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| how far must we go, to prove to you?
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| So we will wait and we’ll wonder
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| No regrets, no forgiveness, no compasssion
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| these brave heroes only know to hit and run
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| slowly my sadness turns to rage and we wonder
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| how can these scars ever heal, when all is said and done
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| So tell me when will it be over now, how soon?
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| how many tears must fall to prove to you?
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| please tell me, when will it be over now, how soon?
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| and how far must they go, to prove to you?
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| So we wait and we wonder |