| Children watch their mothers die
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| Raping a city in the name of freedom
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| Children growing — their hate inside
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| A world they lost in the name of reason
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| I never came back from that trench
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| I can’t be alone I won’t be alone
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| A schizophrenic cycle of paranoia
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| Trauma of war!
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| I saw the worst in the human nature
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| My hands are stained with the blood of death
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| Attack all ghosts — I’m like a soldier
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| Wasted minds that are all alike
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| I never came back from that trench
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| I can’t be alone I won’t be alone
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| A schizophrenic cycle of paranoia
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| Trauma of war!
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| Freedom comes with a hail of bullets
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| My sun is getting dark
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| My urge to kill awakes
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| My world is no more
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| My urge to kill awakes
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| Children watch their mothers die
|
| Raping a city in the name of freedom
|
| Children growing — their hate inside
|
| A world they lost in the name of reason
|
| I never came back from that trench
|
| I can’t be alone I won’t be alone
|
| A schizophrenic cycle of paranoia
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| Trauma of war! |