| How can we all believe that times are changing
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| As long as genocide’s a policy?
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| Remains of battlefields, of troops they’ve sent in
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| Justification of democracy
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| The face of desolation
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| Breaks the spine of morality
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| Rain falls on seeds of sorrow
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| A broken mind’s soft elegy
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| Seems there is no time to borrow
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| Chances die where children don’t dream
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| Conceptions of the world are shattered pieces
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| The broadcast’s random stitches on human brains
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| The breaking news change with the flow of seasons
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| Time kills the names of all of devils and saints
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| The face of desolation
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| Breaks the spine of morality
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| Rain falls on seeds of sorrow
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| A broken mind’s soft elegy
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| Seems there is no time to borrow
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| Chances die where children don’t dream
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| And bullets corrupt the mind
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| Rain falls on seeds of sorrow
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| A broken mind’s soft elegy
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| Seems there is no time to borrow
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| Chances die where children don’t dream |