| I find it hard to imagine
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| This world without guns and wars
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| When we have our own private battles
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| Our own bashing and slamming of doors
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| What makes us want to hurt each other
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| Can you help me to understand
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| Why does history repeat itself
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| And a man keep killing a man
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| If i believe like you believe
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| Then I guess we can be one
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| But when it comes down to the crossfire babe
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| It’s down to the will off the gun
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| I get so tired by how late it’s got
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| That I wonder if i’m awake or not
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| We’ve come this far but there’s so far to go
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| We’ve learned so much but we still don’t know
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| We used to care for each other
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| I remember we were good friends once
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| But now we barely talk to each other
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| We got nothing to say: and the deal is done
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| Are we oblivious to the stains on the sheets
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| Have we grown immune to the blood on the street
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| The colour of my flag ain’t the colour of your skin
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| Why must somebody lose so
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| Somebody can win
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| If I believe like you believe
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| Then I guess we can be one
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| But when it comes down to the crossfire babe
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| It’s down to the will of the gun
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| If I believe like you believe
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| Then I guess it comes down to religion
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| But when it comes down to the crossfire babe
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| It’s down to the will
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| Down to the will of the gun
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| Ooooo… the will of the gun |