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Weak and frightened |
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Paralyzed and naked |
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they are children running for their lives |
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Lives are taken |
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Terrorists mistaken for they use the young ones |
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as refined living shields |
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Pain and deep fear |
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Hostage in an ancient rage between people torn by their ideals |
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Willing to die, willing to kill |
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Hopeless and blind in their world where innocence dies |
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Weak and frightened |
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Paralyzed and naked |
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they are children running for their lives |
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Lives are taken |
|
Terrorists mistaken for they use the young ones |
|
as refined living shields |
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Rage and deep hate |
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Isolated in an ancient war with people not so different from you |
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Willing to fight, willing to try to win an endless battle of pride while innocents die |
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And then we see them running |
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See the world is watching this |
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And we can only try to understand what causes it |
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And then we see the living |
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See them crying for their dead |
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Are we the ones to understand how crazy pain can get |
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Some people turn in circles |
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They can never break it through |
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Some people lost their lives before they died |
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and now they want it back! |
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Loss and deep grief |
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Engulfed in an ever present pain, ancient in practice |
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Weak and frightened |
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Paralyzed and naked |
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they are children running for their lives |
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Lives are taken |
|
Terrorists mistaken for they use the young ones |
|
as refined living shields |
