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I'm sitting around at the checkpoint |
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Keeping myself to myself |
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My heart's going out to the girl with the gun |
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She is young, she is fun, she is deadly |
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She clocks off, goes back to the city |
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Goes to a club with her friends |
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I just took a walk through the checkpoint |
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Past columns of poor Arab sons |
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They queue through the day for a chance to make pay |
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For something to put in their mouths |
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He can't sleep at night without gunfire |
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The lullaby puts him to sleep |
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We stand there accused of the British collusion |
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Israel into Palestine |
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A victory for some an astonishing hope |
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But for him it has brought devastation |
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He lives like a prisoner in exile |
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He lives like a prisoner in hell |
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Dates black and white in the blue vault of space |
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Swoop around like a symbol of peace |
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Can they see the hawk? |
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They're too busy in talk of love |
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Why should they contemplate fear? |
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Everyone meets in the cramped city streets |
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Hipsters of Zion collide |
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To talk music and dross |
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At the sign of The Cross |
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We eat our falafel for peace |
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The girl lets her uniform slip |
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The boy cracks a joke, he is sweet |
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He listens to hip hop in Gaza |
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She listens to Coldplay in Lod |
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