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For whom the gun tolls |
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For whom the prey weeps |
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Bow before a war |
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Call it religion |
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Some wounds never heal |
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Some tears never will |
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Dry for the unkind |
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Cry for mankind |
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Even the dead cry |
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Their only comfort |
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Kill your friend, I don't care |
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Orchid kids, blinded stare |
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Need to understand |
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No need to forgive |
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No truth, no sense, left to be followed |
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Facing this unbearable fear |
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Like meeting an old friend |
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Time to die, poor mates |
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You made me what I am! |
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In this world of a million religions |
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Everyone prays the same way |
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Your praying is in vain |
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It'll all be over soon |
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Father help me, save me a place by your side! |
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There is no God |
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Our creed is but for ourselves |
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Not a hero unless you die |
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Our species eat the wounded ones |
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Drunk with the blood of your victims |
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I do feel your pity-wanting pain |
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Lust for fame, a deadly game |
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Run away with your impeccable kin! |
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Good wombs hath borne bad sons... |
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Cursing, God, why? |
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Falling for every lie |
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Survivors' guilt |
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In us forevermore |
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Fifteen candles |
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Redeemers of this world |
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Dwell in hypocrisy |
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How were we supposed to know? |
