| Crying child, confused and hurt
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| Cos his homies been buried by rubble and dirt
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| Wanders around to find his Dad
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| Who’s been blown to bits by an air strike, it’s mad
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| These people he thought were here to save
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| And divert the terror so far away
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| Have destroyed his home, his dreams and family
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| In a war against terror, smell the irony?
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| The same excuses everyday
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| Where we try to justify why we are there today
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| Patrolling, abusing, attacking and killing
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| Even more civilians suffering
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| What is wrong with our population
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| Blinded by the lies of terrorism
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| Turn off your TV and use your head
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| Your not the one who’s getting shot dead
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| Can you smell the irony?
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| How many attacks have they made?
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| And how many people have we saved?
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| It’s propaganda can’t you see?
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| We’re not the victims anymore
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| Military reports of a wanted man
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| Located maybe somewhere in Afghanistan
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| Forget the research, «call the carpet bomb»
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| Another thousand casualties and no result
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| What makes these innocent families
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| Any less valuable than your own?
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| Can’t you see what we’ve become?
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| Ignorant, malicious, terrorist scum |