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Who will save the warchild baby |
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Who controls the key? |
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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, we're all losers |
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There's no victory |
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We shoot and kill and kill your lover |
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Fine by me |
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Warchild, victim of political pride |
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Plant the seed, territorial greed |
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Mind the warchild, we should mind the warchild |
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I spent last winter in new york 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 his mark, he bore the mark of pride |
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A two inch deep incision, carved into his side |
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Warchild, victim of political pride |
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Plant the seed, terrirtorial greed |
