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These are fine words you're saying |
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I know you mean them well |
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This game of life we're playing |
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Is half in heaven half in hell |
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And your ideals are to be envied |
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Like some little child's dream |
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They crash around my aching head |
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Like rocks tumbling down a stream |
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You're the soldier of freedom |
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And you're the fighter for peace |
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But you'd put the gun into my hand |
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And signal up the guillotine's release |
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There's been a million years of troubles |
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And there'll be a million more |
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And a million years of history |
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Well, you just cannot ignore |
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And I wish I had your confidence |
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In our own sweet human kind |
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But your words are just the ashes |
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Of what all the others left behind |
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You're the soldier of freedom |
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And you're the fighter for peace |
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But you'd put the gun into my hand |
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And signal up the guillotine's release |
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So you can sing to me of bravery |
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Sacrifice and pain |
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And you know I'll listen carefully |
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'Cause my heart feels just the same |
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But your way it's like the trundle |
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Of a worn and wooden wheel |
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And your words are made from speeches |
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Your own innocence conceals |
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You're the soldier of freedom |
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And you're the fighter for peace |
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But you'd put the gun into my hand |
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And signal up the guillotine's release |
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So you can say I'm tired |
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You can say I am no use |
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You can say my courage fails me |
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But that's only half the truth |
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It's love we all are needing |
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We've been fighting for too long |
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Now I'll lay down my weary pen |
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And I will kindly move along |
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You're the soldier of freedom |
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And you're the fighter for peace |
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But you'd put the gun into my hand |
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And signal up the guillotine's release |