| I look out to the fields
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| Where blood is shed upon the ground
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| I breathe in, breathe out
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| Change the channel, (mute) the sound
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| I take a match, a cigarette, and a walk to clear my head
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| Stomach seething at the thought of all those (human beings dead)
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| I breathe in, breathe out
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| Im going to an interview
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| About a song, three minutes long
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| That will mean nothing to you
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| Especially when your dearest friend
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| Was sent to cover kosovo
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| His last assignment brought a bullet
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| And now hes gone, hes gone
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| Feels like Im (fiddling) while rome is burning down
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| Should I put my (fiddle) down and rise up from the ground
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| God give me strength to pray that you will set things right
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| cause Im paralyzed, Im paralyzed
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| There was a (christian) in the office
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| Sent to tell the wife (the news)
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| Fell in shock, the baby kicked, shed a tear inside the womb
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| I breathe in, breathe out
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| Soak the ground up with my eyes
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| I try to say a healing word
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| But my tongue is paralyzed
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| Feels like Im (fiddling) while rome is burning down
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| Should I put my (fiddle) down and rise up from the ground
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| God give me strength to pray that you will set things right
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| cause Im paralyzed, Im paralyzed |