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'To the outsider it seems that we in Britain live daily under the cloud of terrorism. |
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That familiarity sometimes makes you think of |
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it as almost normal, then suddenly something will happen...' |
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We stand, hang our heads disbelieving |
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then not knowing how could such a thing be wrong |
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we wonder just what they must be thinking |
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to take a life of one so young |
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So tell me when will it be over now, how soon? |
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how far must we go, to prove to you? |
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We wait and we wonder how this happened |
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killing the old, the innocent, the young |
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while sons follow in fathers footsteps not understanding |
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that what they do could somehow be so wrong |
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So tell me when will it be over now, how soon? |
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how far must we go, to prove to you? |
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So we will wait and we'll wonder |
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No regrets, no forgiveness, no compasssion |
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these brave heroes only know to hit and run |
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slowly my sadness turns to rage and we wonder |
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how can these scars ever heal, when all is said and done |
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So tell me when will it be over now, how soon? |
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how many tears must fall to prove to you? |
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please tell me, when will it be over now, how soon? |
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and how far must they go, to prove to you? |
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So we wait and we wonder |
