| Taken for a ride.
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| I know I said I’d rescue you, but their troops had taken hold.
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| At last you’re not alone in that city,
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| Am I safer, here in the cold?
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| These bombs and bullets at night, you wear like jewelry.
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| That seems to be the difference, between you and me.
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| Let’s hope it’s not a grave
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| No war is worth it, without you.
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| No point in living without you.
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| I know you feel the way I do.
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| It’s not a real world without you.
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| Let’s hope it’s not a grave
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| I heard some friends got taken for a ride,
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| A one way journey, everybody died.
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| It’s not unusual, many go that way.
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| Their numbers mounting every single day,
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| But what can I do but hope you’re still alive.
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| This is what happens when opposites collide,
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| Public, and private, arbitrary death,
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| 'cause war is power, and power is business.
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| We are but numbers, statistics on a sheet.
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| This is what happens whenever humans meet.
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| No need for fingers, we know who to blame.
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| Intolerance will end and start this game.
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| I write this letter while taken for a ride.
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| Maybe I’ll see you on the other side,
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| Let’s hope it’s not a grave.
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| Two fingers crossed, hope it’s not a grave.
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| But what can I do, but hope you’re still alive.
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| This is what happens when opposites collide.
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| Public and private, arbitrary death,
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| 'cause war is power, and power business.
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| These bombs and bullets at night, you wear like jewelry.
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| That seems to be the difference between you and me.
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| Hope it’s not a grave… |