| Jennifer lost the war today
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| They’ll find her burned and raped
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| Through it all, she must have wondered
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| «What have I done?»
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| But nobody really cares today
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| The world’s a busy place
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| Guess she must have really sinned, now
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| Really sinned, now
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| I guess we’re all just soldiers
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| But she was only six years old
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| Left to die by strangers
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| Her family waits
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| And if we’re all just soldiers
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| Is it so wrong to be afraid?
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| Jennifer lost the war
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| Phoebe lost the war today
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| There must be some mistake
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| Say it happens all the time
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| And it’s said and done
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| And Little Miss 1565
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| Your soul remains unclaimed
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| Guess you must have really sinned, now
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| Really sinned, now
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| Morality won’t help her
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| When she lies silent in a morgue
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| And all our sorrows, well, just
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| Don’t count at all
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| But will the morning headlines
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| Even say that it’s a shame?
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| What are we heading for?
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| Jennifer lost the war
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| Seen it all before
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| Silent on the ground
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| As he’s walking away
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| And I wonder how many more
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| Everybody’ll take it
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| Like they’ve nothing to say
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| Jennifer lost, lost, lost, lost the war, now
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| I guess we’re all just soldiers
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| But she was only six years old
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| Left to die by strangers
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| Her family waits
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| And will the morning headlines
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| Even say that it’s a shame?
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| What are we heading for? |