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The ocean is on fire |
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The sky turned dark again |
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As the boats came in |
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And the beaches |
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Stretched out with soldiers |
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With their arms and guns |
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It has just begun |
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Believe, do you want this? |
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Believe, do I want this too? |
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Why won't you tell me that |
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It's almost over? |
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Why must this |
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Tear my head, inside out? |
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And the houses |
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Laid out like targets |
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With the deafening sound |
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We watched them all go down |
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And the families |
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Now useless bodies |
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They lay still black and blue |
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A gift from us to you |
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Believe, do you want this? |
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Believe, do I want this too? |
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Why won't you tell me that |
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It's almost over? |
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Why must this |
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Tear my head, inside out? |
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Believe |
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Believe, do you want this too? |
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Why won't you tell me that |
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It's almost over? |
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Why must this |
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Tear my head, inside out? |
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Why won't you tell me that |
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It's almost over? |
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Why must this |
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Tear my head, inside out? |
