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For 24 hours on the |
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Ivory Coast, |
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They relieved soldiers from their post, |
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And they gave champagne, for a toast, |
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To pay dividends to the country's host. |
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They say, |
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Tonight, you can leave your home, |
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But tomorrow, it's gonna be the way of the gun, |
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And the curfew, won't allow you to roam, roam, roam, |
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And the bullets will let you know, when the bad dog comes 'round your door.... |
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Who is the killer(Wooooh ohhh oh!) |
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Who is the killer(Wooooh ohhh oh!) |
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Stone-cold killer,(Woooooh ohhh oh!) |
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Food for the trigger,(Wohhhh ohh ohh!) |
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I'll shoot ya down, right on sight, |
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If you're out in the wrong time of night, |
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In a civil war, there's no civil rights, |
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In the day of the dead, run for your life. |
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They say, tonight, you can leave your home, |
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And tomorrow, will be the way of the gun, |
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And the curfew, won't allow you to you roam, roam, roam, |
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And the bullets will let you know, when the bad dog comes 'round your door.... |
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Who is the killer(Wooooh ohhh oh!) |
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Who is the killer(Wooooh ohhh oh!) |
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Stone-cold killer,(Woooooh ohhh oh!) |
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Food for the trigger,(Wohhhh ohh ohh!) |
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And the trenches are dug, |
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And the bones they do shiver, |
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The tastes of war, so cold and bitter, |
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And the human race is the face of the killer, |
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And the cost of life is rarely considered. |
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They say, tonight, you can leave your home, |
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But tomorrow, but tomorrow, it's gonna be the way of the gun, |
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And the curfew, won't allow you to roam, roam, roam, |
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And the bullets will let you know, when the bad dog comes 'round your door.... |
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Who is the killer?(Wooooh ohhh oh!) |
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Who is the killer?(Wooooh ohhh oh!) |
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Stone-cold killer,(Woooooh ohhh oh!) |
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Food for the trigger,(Wohhhh ohh ohh!) |
