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Woke him up with a barrel to his head |
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His eyes shut tight bracing for the blow |
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Resigning his life to the metal held |
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In another man's hand |
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Twenty days in a concrete fallout |
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What life have |
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I to take your own |
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Oh my country won't you call out |
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Doorbells are ringing with boxes of bones |
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And from another land's war torn corners |
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To a prison cell in my own |
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Punish me for not taking your orders |
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But don't lock me up for not leavin' my home |
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Your words just a bloody fallacy |
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A house of cards you painted white |
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You tried to recreate |
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Normandy But you made up the reason to fight |
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And now red oil is spillin' down on the street |
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And your eyes so big for the belly is weak |
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Will you not refuse this currency |
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Or is blood money just money to you |
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Is blood money just money to you |
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Twenty days in a concrete fallout |
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What life have |
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I to take your own |
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Oh my country won't you call out |
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Doorbells are ringing with boxes of bones |
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From another land's war torn corners |
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To a prison cell in my own |
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Punish me for not taking your orders |
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But don't lock me up for not leavin' my home |
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Camilo Camilo |
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Leave him alone |
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Camilo |
