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Heaven help the soul that's severed
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From the place where it belongs
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caught up in the mindless struggle
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Of the weak against the strong
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Headlights along the border
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Keep the peace, their law and order
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Why can't we see it's all a record of lies
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It's their kind of strength
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It's their only defense
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An imaginary line
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Just a kid and his younger brother
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Headed for the wire
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Had no rights in the telescopic sights
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Of the vigilante's rifle fire
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And now he's buried on the border
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Where the rivers are blood not water
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Why can't we see it's all a record of lies
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(Why can't we see)
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It's their kind of truth
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It can only be proved
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With imaginary lines
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In times like these concerning
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Who decides which bridge is burning
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Don't fall for-map reading
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Just make sure that you're still breathing
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After the lines were drawn, the children would
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dream of the pearls and how beautiful they were.
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Year after year they would dive to the bottom of
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the lagoon hoping that the oysters would come
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back. They risked everything-their homes, families
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and meager possessions-to search for the pearls.
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To make sure they were heavy enough to reach the
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bottom, the children tied stones to their backs.
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Many of them died, streams of blood and broken
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bodies rose to the surface of the lagoon...and
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the lagoon cried.
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Why can't we see it's all a record of lies
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(Why can't we see)
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It's their kind of strength
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Their only defense
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An imaginary line
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Why can't we see it's all a record of lies
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(Why can't we see)
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It's their kind of truth
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It can only be proved
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With imaginary lines
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Imaginary Lines
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| Julian Lennon |
