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Mercy, mercy, why didn't we hear it? |
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Mercy, mercy, why did we read it |
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Buried on the last page of our morning papers? |
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The plan was drafted, drafted in secret |
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Gunboats met the red tide |
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Driven to the rum trade for the army that they created |
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But the bullets were bought by us, it was dollars that paid them |
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Please forgive us, we don't know what was done |
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Please forgive us, we don't know what was done in our name |
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There'll be more trials like this in mercenary hey days |
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When they're so apt to wrap themselves up in the stripes and stars |
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And find that they are able to call themselves heroes |
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And to justify murder by their fighters for freedom |
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Please forgive us, we don't know what was done |
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Please forgive us, we didn't know |
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Could you ever forgive us? I don't know how you could |
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I know this is no consolation |
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Please forgive us, we don't know what was done |
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Please forgive us, we didn't know |
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Could you ever believe that we didn't know? |
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Please forgive us, we didn't know |
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I wouldn't blame you if you never could |
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Please forgive us, we didn't know |
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I wouldn't blame you if you never could |
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Please forgive us |
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And you never will |
