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(by kris kristofferson and glen clark) |
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Break a man, break a promise |
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Break a heart, break a home |
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Take a long hard look at a heaven |
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Gone to hell under the gun |
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See the child, young and hungry |
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Growing wild, on the run |
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And he'll die reaching for freedom |
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He was born under the gun |
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Swollen men, blind with power |
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Break the rules, one by one |
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With their lies raising the danger |
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Of their games under the gun. |
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No more time, no more chances |
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No more wars will be won |
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In the end only the losers |
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Hold the land under the gun |
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Hold the truth like a candle |
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Let it shine like the sun |
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On the love that's left to believe in |
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In a world under the gun. |
