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They were children fighting in the fields |
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Muddy faces, bows and arrows |
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Pretending that their fatal wounds would heal |
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But that was then and this is now |
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Give me a reason |
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A reason to stay |
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I am lost, confused |
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Worlds away |
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So give me the answer |
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Show me the way |
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Cause I'm bound to loose |
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Feel betrayed |
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Now they're fighting in the killing fields |
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Digging trenches, drowning sorrows |
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No retending now, the pain is real |
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Asking why and what it's for? |
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So welcome to the real world |
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It's a question of belief |
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Is it woth dying for? |
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Give me the power |
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The power to stay |
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I am weak, confused |
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Worlds away |
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So give me the patience |
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To rescue my faith |
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Cause I'm sure to lose |
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This crusade |