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Can you hear their cries? |
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Nowhere can the children run to hide |
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Crimson rivers |
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Flow down hills |
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Atone our ills |
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And woe to all her songs of love |
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A farewell to arms |
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Mutilated lives |
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Blackening as coffin line the sides |
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Filled with fathers |
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Who has won |
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When only sons |
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Hold their grieving heads and mourn |
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A farewell to arms |
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Always our souls entwine |
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Erase this vast divide |
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Deaf ears, our voices rest |
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Tyrant, this is protest |
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Who has won? |
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Yes, who has won? |
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I'll wave this flag of white |
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So the venged see the light |
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We'll pay for closed eyes |
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With our genocide |
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Piercing the masquerade |
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March to the death parade |
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Trade not humanity |
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For pearls of our slavery |
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In the depth of mind |
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The heart will find |
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The truth of our leader |
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We'll try the facts |
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So through the cracks |
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May fall the lying cheater |
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Who has won when |
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We're all dead? |
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I'll wave this flag of white |
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So the venged see the light |
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We'll pay for closed eyes |
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With our genocide |
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So is this how we live? |
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Or is this how we die? |
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Black blood dripping from platinum fangs |
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Rich blood flees while our poverty hangs |
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Shepherds they herd the mindless trance |
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As the flock follows the puppet's dance |
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In a fatal romance! |
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Phil Demmel's solo |
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All that they needed was a pretext, war's next |
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Heads to the chopping blocks and our necks are next |
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For those who died, who fought for our rights |
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Whose children now slaves, they're turning in their graves |
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War hawks and senators, they sit tight, so trite |
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Never their sons will know what it's like to fight |
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Soldiers are dead, and children have bled |
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And the silence is numb, what have we become? |
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What have we become?! |
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What have we become?! |
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What have we become?! |
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God save us! |
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A farewell to arms |
