| I always thought, I always thought, that there was something different,
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| setting us apart
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| That I was led, that I was led by men with sober minds and sympathetic hearts
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| I swore an oath, swore an oath, but never knew just what it was to take a life
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| I play at God, play at God across such distances and from so great a height
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| But I am never sure who I am killing
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| How many innocents were in the building?
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| I drop death out of the
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| No longer human beings, no longer people
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| Just targets on a screen, none of it’s real
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| I drop death out of the sky… Tell me why
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| One day they sent, one day they sent me to the chaplain when I said I can’t go
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| on
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| All he said, all he said was just to shut my mouth and do the «will of God»
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| But I am never sure who I am killing
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| How many innocents were in the building?
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| I drop death out of the
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| No longer human beings, no longer people
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| Just targets on a screen, none of it’s real
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| I drop death out of the sky… Tell me why?
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| Tell me why?
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| «To make us safe,» so it would seem
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| But we shoot further than we dream
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| Can’t we see? |
| We only justify
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| Someone’s resolve to rise against
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| And to avenge the innocent
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| And defend the ones that still survive
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| I’m still asking «why?» |