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She dreams of 1969 |
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Before the soldiers came |
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The life was cheap on bread and wine |
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And sharing meant no shame |
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She is awakened by the screams |
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Of rockets flying from nearby |
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And scared she clings onto her dreams |
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To beat the fear that she might die |
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And who will have won |
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When the soldiers have gone |
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From the Lebanon |
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The Lebanon |
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Before he leaves the camp he stops |
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He scans the world outside |
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And where there used to be some shops |
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Is where the snipers sometimes hide |
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He left his home the week before |
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He thought he'd be like the police |
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But now he finds he is at war |
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Weren't we supposed to keep the peace |
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And who will have won |
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When the soldiers have gone |
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From the Lebanon |
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The Lebanon |
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The Lebanon |
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From the Lebanon |
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I must be dreaming |
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It can't be true |
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I must be dreaming |
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It can't be true |
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And who will have won |
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When the soldiers have gone? |
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From the Lebanon |
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The Lebanon |
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The Lebanon |
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From the Lebanon |