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It's a brush fire spreading feeding as it moves |
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And it's a disappeared glacier it's an airborne flu |
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It's your disbelieving eyes locked in concrete miles |
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It's your yawning conscious and your lawyers smile |
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It's an occupied country foaming at the mouth |
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It's no smoking gun, no mushroom cloud |
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It's a military mother with a buoyant hell |
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And it's a flag tricked casket in an oil well |
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It's an Argentina school girl gagged and bound |
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It's a torture camp and it's a long way down |
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It's the constant brace and shock of now |
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It's the whole damn world turned inside out, alright |
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It's a march to extinction with your god in step |
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It's his name in your mouth; it's his cross on your neck |
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It's a farm boy sprinting over desert dirt |
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He's panting my father and discado spirts (?) |
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In his automatic rifle and it tells no lies |
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That's truth in your stomach, it's no alibi |
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But the trouble lies on the other side |
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With an equal truth brethren for his holy night |
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With his crescent and the star and the virgin sky |
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And here's the calm milk and honey from the after life |
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And as he eases to the check point he is calm and sure |
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It's collateral damage it's the cost of war |
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It's another bag of bones for the gods to sort |
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It's just another bag of bones for the gods to sort |
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It's the species disappearing, all the birds fly south |
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In a January heat wave and the pulsing crowd |
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It's an African militia kids with sub machines |
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It's a conflict diamond on your bride to be |
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It's the mission of identity go get what's yours |
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Till there's nothing leftover to get no more |
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And it's not what were owed but it's what we've earned |
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And it's closer then we realized and its time now to burn |
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It's time now to burn |
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Oh, it's time now to burn |
