| He could barely remember
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| When the fighting began
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| It was early September
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| When he lost his old man
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| Soon the time came to leave there
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| And to start a new life
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| How it seems so unfair
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| When they gave him a gun and a knife
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| Chorus:
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| So he fights with a gun in his hand
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| For what reason he can’t understand
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| Yeah, he fights with a gun in his hand
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| For the freedom (of their land)
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| Can you hear them crying out
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| All the people in El Salvador
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| Can you hear a distant shout
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| From the people in El Salvador
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| As he stares at the ceiling
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| He thinks back quite aways
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| It was him that was dealing
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| Tell you those were the days
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| As he stares at a white dove
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| Tears roll down on his face
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| And then once filled with love
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| That only God himself can replace
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| Chorus
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| Can you hear the crying out
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| All the people in El Salvador
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| Can you hear a distant shout
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| From the people in El Salvador
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| (cross your heart and hope to die)
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| For the people in El Salvador
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| Still they kill not knowing why
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| All the people in El Salvador
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| Can you hear them cry?
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| Can you see them die?
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| Can you tell me why?
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| All the people in El Salvador
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| Ch: |