| 80 dead in a foreign place
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| 22 in the bombed foyer, there’s
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| Bloody hands, can you wash these stains?
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| For the times, can we stop this rage?
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| Watch the truth get indoctrinated
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| No money, no doctors for patients
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| Always money for bombs and not payslips
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| And the bullets, they keep you in slavery
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| Mother won’t get to kiss her child
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| Father won’t get to see her smile
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| Little hands, can you hold on tighter?
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| You saw death, now it’s in her eyes
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| Heard they want to see you misplaced, and
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| What the hell are we doin' to change things?
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| Politicians, can you see this pain?
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| 'Cause I can hear guns in the distance
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| And why don’t they listen
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| When a mother cries for her children?
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| Ooh-ayy-ooh-ayy-ooh-ayy-ooh-ayy
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| I can hear guns in the distance
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| And why don’t they listen
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| When a mother cries for her children?
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| Ooh-ayy-ooh-ayy-ooh-ayy-ooh-ayy
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| 95 in a boat found drownin'
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| 26 from a soldier’s gun, there’s
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| Too many kids, many open coffins
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| Tell me how all these wars been sponsored
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| Gettin' rich, tell me who gets paid
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| Little boy in the mornin' page
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| Do we mourn? |
| Do we learn his name?
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| Another lost in the pourin' rain
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| Do we try? |
| Do we try? |
| Do we fall back?
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| Little girl gettin' called by the food bank
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| Another mistake is sold through a new plan
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| Wonder awake and hope for the future
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| See who gets mentioned as your minutes hand ticks by
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| Tell me who gets sentenced as they commit violence at stateside
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| Old greedy men send boys time again out to the front line
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| Who’s a tyrant here? |
| Who’s a terrorist? |
| I’m seein' bloodlines
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| If love is a kingdom, this is a prison that we’re inside
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| And listen, child, go…
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| 'Cause I can hear guns in the distance
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| And why don’t they listen
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| When a mother cries for her children?
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| Ooh-ayy-ooh-ayy-ooh-ayy-ooh-ayy
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| I can hear guns in the distance
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| And why don’t they listen
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| When a mother cries for her children?
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| Ooh-ayy-ooh-ayy-ooh-ayy-ooh-ayy
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| Better we run, better we hide away
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| Forever we fall, we’re burnin' the sky away
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| They’ll never be young, they’ll never be ours again
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| Now, look what we’ve done
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| And look what we’ve left for them
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| Now, look what we’ve done
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| Look what we’ve left for them
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| Now, look what we’ve done
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| Look what we’ve left for them
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| Now, look what we’ve done
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| Look what we’ve left for them
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| I can hear guns in the distance
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| And why don’t they listen
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| When a mother cries for her children?
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| Ooh-ayy-ooh-ayy-ooh-ayy-ooh-ayy
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| I can hear guns in the distance
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| And why don’t they listen, why don’t they?
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| When a mother cries for her children?
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| Ooh-ayy-ooh-ayy-ooh-ayy-ooh-ayy
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| Ooh-ayy-ooh-ayy-ooh-ayy-ooh-ayy
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| Ooh-ayy-ooh-ayy-ooh-ayy
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| Ooh-ayy-ooh-ayy-ooh-ayy-ooh-ayy
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| Ooh-ayy-ooh-ayy-ooh-ayy
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| When a mother cries for her children |