| They are young and theyre kids
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| And believe what they see
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| To do what theyve been told
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| And so they walk away with open eyes
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| Some are eight or nine or ten
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| And they die like a fly, and no one knows
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| Who they are, theyre smaller than the gun they load
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| See their eyes open wide
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| They died before they ever cried
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| They die in the streets and they die in the fields
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| When they do what theyve been told
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| But now theyre lying dead
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| Their eyes are closed
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| Some are eight or nine or ten
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| And they die like a fly and no one knows
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| Who they are, theyre smaller than the gun they load
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| See their eyes open wide, they died before they ever cried
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| Who taught them how, how to pray
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| Who told them theyre in paradise when theyre gonna die
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| They are blind and they cant fight
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| They want war
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| They are blind and they cant fight
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| They want war
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| They are blind and they cant fight
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| They want war
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| They are blind and they cant fight
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| They want war
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| They are blind and they cant fight
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| They want war
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| They are blind and they cant fight
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| They want war…
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| Youre gonna pay the price, you little devil in disguise
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| For taking life with no regard, youll go to hell
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| And there youll burn
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| Children in the battlefield, please dont go Little birds with fluttering hearts, please dont go |