| It was early in the mornin', way back when I was five
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| Somebody’s knockin' on our front door
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| One chilly winter’s night
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| My father put his jeans on, and opened up the door
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| They were all dressed in uniforms
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| He was up against the wall
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| My mother took us to the kitchen, my brother and me She said listen boys your father’s gone
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| There was someone he had to see
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| As she cried her tears in silence, the sun began to rise
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| Oh those moments I recall so well
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| Written down forever in my mind
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| Boy when you’re all alone
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| Holdin' back when you wanna go Take a stand 'cause it’s not over now
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| Ooh kid keep your head up high
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| Dry your eyes and touch the sky
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| Take a stand 'cause it’s not over now
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| Ammunition
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| There was a black car on the pavement
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| Loud voices in the night
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| As they dragged him to the waitin' car
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| He’s puttin' up a fight
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| Now the streets were black and empty
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| Bedroom windows cold and damp
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| I held my arms 'round my brother
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| 'cause he didn’t understand
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| The car moved from the driveway,
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| And went into the night
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| Leavin' two kids by the window
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| Holdin' each other tight
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| Boy when you’re all alone
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| Holdin' back when you wanna go Take a stand 'cause it’s not over now
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| Ooh kid keep your head up high
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| Dry your eyes and touch the sky
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| Take a stand 'cause it’s not over now
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| Ammunition |