| Out in the streets, where the rumours flew
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| The second coming of «you know who»
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| But still they doubt as they stare at the face to believe
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| Deep in the woods, long after dark
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| Falling through the stratosphere, shining like a star
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| They shoot to kill, for the questions come later, you see
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| Their god is logic in which nothing is divisible
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| They stone the fake as he performs another miracle
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| Lying in the gutter with his life-blood spilling again
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| Oh, it’s a world growing colder
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| Life is a twin bladed knife
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| Oh, every child born a soldier
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| Fights but is blind to see the light
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| Beneath the surface lurks a nightmare or two
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| So dies a whale that broke the golden rule
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| She trusted man, in return she is torn from the sea
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| Treasure the loch secretly keeps
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| Rises from its peaceful primeval depth sleep
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| Two thousand years to a circus cage tragedy
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| Are we laboratory torturers of innocence?
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| Or are we circumstantial victims of our own pretence?
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| Killers of a world, systematically eaten away
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| Oh, it’s a world growing colder
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| Life is a twin bladed knife
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| Oh, every child born a soldier
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| Fights but is blind to see the light
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| Children of night are the dreamers
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| Carried away on a merciful sleep
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| Let them slumber on
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| For tomorrow comes the day
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| Unwanted life is the reason
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| Dawn and the gun finds them dead on the streets
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| Naked in the sun
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| Now the pain has gone away
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| But I don’t understand
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| Why only man
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| Brings suffering of this kind
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| Are we so blind
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| We can’t see the light?
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| It’s not too late, we could break down the fear
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| But choose indifference as the end draws near
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| Not long to wait, the «piece de resistance» is here
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| Chemical bombs, ashes to dust
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| Every living creature dies, buildings ain’t touched
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| It’s not abuse, they were never developed to use
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| I said a pointless civil war, a terrorist without a cause
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| It’s been so long that he’s forgotten what he’s fighting for
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| Everybody screams, only no one’s listening again
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| Oh, it’s a world growing colder
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| Life is a twin bladed knife
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| Oh, every child born a soldier
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| Fights but is blind to see
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| Oh, it’s a world on his shoulders
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| Now better run for your life
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| Oh, it’s a frightful disclosure
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| Search in your hearts to see the light
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| To see the light |