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Child, go back inside |
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Where is your father now? |
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The bus for town left days ago |
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Where is your father now? |
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Two bullets in a photo from home |
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Damn them that brought me here |
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Don't care whose face is on the wall |
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I'm one of those not death |
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Desperate days they walk behind |
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Though you see them, do not look them in the eye |
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There is no justice |
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Yes, memory serves for the flies |
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So we leave our home |
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Whose moon is it shines down on me |
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On the roofs they call our homes? |
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Whose guards is it keeps watch on me |
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To ensure our blood will run? |
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Unreturned, the letters I sent |
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My only hope to rest the tears |
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When night comes I will learn while they sleep |
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To satisfy their failures |
