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Oh, my name it means nothing |
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And my age it means less |
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I'm far from my home |
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High above the mid west |
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And as I look down |
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On some far city lights |
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I pray God to look over |
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My family tonight |
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I'm weary of hearing |
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That God's on the side |
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Of mothers and fathers |
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And jet planes that fly |
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That drop bombs on civilians |
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To even the score |
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Where's the God of the children? |
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In the rubble of war |
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I believe the self martyr |
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At least out the truth |
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And the vengeful war mongers |
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Have flow this for us |
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But the innocent victims |
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Have no place to hide |
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When death comes without warning |
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With God on its side |
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When they call on their guard |
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To justify their attacks |
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Just serves to remind me |
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The wolf covers its tracks |
