| Rockets waiting to traverse the iron wall
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| Threateningly towering above it all
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| Targeting a homeland that’s about to change
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| Every house and every home is within range… and…
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| From those cold days soars a breath to touch her face
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| When, back here, she opens up the tempting case
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| What she reads unveils a feel she used to know
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| Bring back images from thirty years ago
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| Don’t you let it out!
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| When she was a child she often felt alone
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| Without family and always without love, without home
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| And she often wondered where to find her source
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| That’s when history was just about to take its course
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| In between those rockets she was not afraid
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| For there was no homeland to annihilate
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| When she puts the old article back inside
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| Once again she feels just like the orphaned child
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| Don’t you let it out!
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| Soldiers waiting to invade and governments who escalate
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| When psychopaths can play the boss and no-one cares of human loss
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| Raving nuclear armament, huge flattops, anti-aircraft tanks
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| And I can’t sort thing out, no, I can’t sort it, I can’t get it!
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| Troops intimidating us with wild testosteronic lust
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| And a child is sitting in between, my home, where deserts should be green
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| Will childhood innocence transform to something different?
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| How could I?
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| Nothing grows on wrong, nothing grows on right…
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| Nothing sees the day when it can not stand the night…
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| … and the situation starts to escalate…
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| … as bilateral tensions now exacerbate…
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| … diplomatic ties were broken off tonight…
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| … red alert proclaimed this morning nationwide… |