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Seven thousand miles from here |
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Far away, yet so near |
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Guns become a part |
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Of a playground play |
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Hold on tight to the tender gun |
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Killing kids at Columbine, all rerun |
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It happened only yesterday |
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Haven't you heard the news? |
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A killer is on the loose |
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But we are here to stay |
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We're not afraid |
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If ever they needed proof |
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Stand by me and tell them it will not be you |
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Thanks for coming out tonight |
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Showing up, not petrified |
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Thanks for showing you have not yet taken fright |
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Mild and meek the powers that bleed |
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A sad belief, their self-deceit |
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Vengeance comes to those that don't pray anyway |
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Haven't you heard the news? |
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A killer is on the loose |
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But we are here to state we're not afraid |
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If ever they needed proof |
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Stand by me and tell them it will not be you |
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And if you're bothered |
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Don't you brother |
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I rely on you and you can rely on me |
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It's only the two of us eventually |
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If ever we needed proof |
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Stand by me and tell them it will not be you |
