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You think you look good in your new uniform |
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Starched and pressed into the perfect norm |
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Until uncle Sam puts a gun in your hand |
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Points you in the wrong direction and says, |
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"kill that man!" |
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Well, I don't fit into your plan |
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You can't make me kill, man |
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You can't make me kill a man |
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You can't make me kill and |
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I won't fight your stupid war |
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Believe me, I'm not your slave |
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I won't fight in your war games |
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The C.I.A. Can't make me play |
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The world's running into problems now |
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That doesn't mean we have to fight it out |
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Well, I don't fit into your plan |
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You can't make me kill, man |
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You can't make me kill a man |
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You can't make me kill and |
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I won't fight your stupid war |
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I won't fight your stupid war |
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I won't fight when there's nothing to fight for |
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Nothing to fight for |
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Nothing to fight fuckin for |
