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Who will save the war child baby |
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Who controls the keys |
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The web we weave is thick and sordid |
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Fine by me |
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At times of war |
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We're all the losers |
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There's no victory |
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We'll shoot to kill, and kill your lover |
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Fine by me |
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War Child |
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Victim of political pride |
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Plant the seed, territorial greed |
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Mind, the war child. |
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We should mind, the war child |
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I spent last winter in New York |
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And came upon a man |
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He was sleeping on the streets and homeless |
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He said, "I fought in Vietnam" |
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Beneath his shirt he wore the mark |
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He bore the mark of pride |
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A two-inch deep incision carved |
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Into his side |
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War Child! |
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Victim of political pride |
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Plant the seed, territorial Greed |
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Mind, the war child |
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We should mind, the war child |
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Whose the loser now |
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Whose the loser now |
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We're all the losers now |
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We're all the losers now |
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War Child, War Child |
