| Eighteen and jaded with guns in their hands
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| They were fighting for freedom and just what is that?
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| Bills to the banks and food for the kids
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| Money for college but couldn’t get in
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| Made all the grades but got taken to task
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| By a man in an alley wearing a mask
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| Screamed and she begged as the people walked by
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| The man, he just laughed and the woman she cried
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| Well, it’s time all you people, turn around
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| For the life we’ve been living, messing around
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| The blood we’ve been spilling will bleed us dry
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| The life we’ve been killing is your life like mine
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| The needle is sweet and the snow it is pure
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| The pain I’ve been hiding from I’m finding a cure
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| The night it is warm, well the light it is cold
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| The family I’m loving, I’m calling them home
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| It’s time all you people, turn around
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| For the life we’ve been living, messing around
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| The blood we’ve been spilling will bleed us dry
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| The life we’ve been killing is your life like mine
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| My heart it is thumping, the veins they’ve been blue
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| The blood that’s been pumping, it still hasn’t met you
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| The beard that I’m growing, not fully grown
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| The years are not coming the way I thought they would
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| I’m hoping and waiting for something to sing
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| Like the angels in heaven, the bones on the street
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| Hoping for love to find a new voice
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| The song that needs singing has already been sung before
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| Well, it’s time all you people, turn around
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| For the life we’ve been living, messing around
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| The blood we’ve been spilling will bleed us dry
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| The life we’ve been killing is your life like mine
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| Turn around
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| For the life we’ve been living, messing around
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| The blood we’ve been spilling will bleed us dry
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| The life we’ve been killing is your life like mine |