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Fear of war |
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Fear of death |
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Fear of strangers in our path |
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There's so much fear |
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Fear of what |
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The preachers says |
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Fear the holy cross |
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Burnin' in our heads |
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In a world so cold |
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Our hearts were sold |
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Yeah, they fan the flames of fear |
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Dealing with our dread, my dear |
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Yes I know |
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All that makes the world go round |
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They fan the flames of fear |
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Dealing with our dread, my dear |
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Yes I know |
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That all makes the world go round |
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Spend our money on defence |
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Paid to all the governments |
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So much fear |
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We built the walls so high |
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All the razor wire |
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Cutting through the sky |
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In a world so cold |
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Our hearts were sold |
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Yeah, they fan the flames of fear |
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Dealing with our dread, my dear |
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Yes I know |
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All that makes the world go round |
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Oh, they fan the flames of fear |
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Dealing with our dread, my dear |
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Yes I know |
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All that makes the world go round |
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All that makes the world go round |
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They have the biggest banks, |
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The biggest walls, |
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Bullets and bombs for the biggest guns |
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Oh, they fan the flames of fear |
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Dealing with our dread, my dear |
