| I’ve been waiting for something to happen
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| For a week or a month or a year
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| With the blood in the ink of the headlines
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| And the sound of the crowd in my ear
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| You might ask what it takes to remember
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| When you know that you’ve seen it before
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| Where a government lies to a people
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| And a country is drifting to war
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| And there’s a shadow on the faces
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| Of the men who send the guns
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| To the wars that are fought in places
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| Where their business interest runs
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| On the radio talk shows and the T.V.
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| You hear one thing again and again
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| How the U.S.A. stands for freedom
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| And we come to the aid of a friend
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| But who are the ones that we call our friends
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| These governments killing their own?
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| Or the people who finally can’t take any more
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| And they pick up a gun or a brick or a stone
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| There are lives in the balance
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| There are people under fire
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| There are children at the cannons
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| And there is blood on the wire
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| There’s a shadow on the faces
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| Of the men who fan the flames
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| Of the wars that are fought in places
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| Where we can’t even say the names
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| They sell us the President the same way
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| They sell us our clothes and our cars
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| They sell us every thing from youth to religion
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| The same time they sell us our wars
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| I want to know who the men in the shadows are
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| I want to hear somebody asking them why
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| They can be counted on to tell us who our enemies are
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| But they’re never the ones to fight or to die
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| And there are lives in the balance
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| There are people under fire
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| There are children at the cannons
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| And there is blood on the wire
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| And there are lives in the balance
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| There are people under fire
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| There are children at the cannons
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| And there is blood on the wire |