I love my country but it wears a uniform
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It speaks with foreign guns
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In the background you can almost hear
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The sound of intervention
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And I don't know when Liberty fell
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But we rang every mission bell
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We rang them loud and clearly
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For a world that wouldn't listen
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I don' t want to die
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I'm as innocent as anybody
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I don' t even know how to spell revolutionary
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Jesus in the sky
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The bullets in the guns
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You don't even know
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What we mean by repression
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Blood is the color of the sunset
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You walked into the darkness
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I did not hear your last breath
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There will not be an inquest
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This is not human interest
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We danced the dirt with surrender
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For our drumbeat
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Danced for the balance sheet
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Died for the kind of lasting peace
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That pleases the world's police man
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And Fatherland raped Motherhood
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And told her it was for the global good
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And now, we ring the mission bell
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To warn their children
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I don' t want to die
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I'm as innocent as anybody
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I don' t even know how to spell revolutionary
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Jesus in the sky
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The bullets in the guns
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You don't even know
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What we mean by repression
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Blood is the color of the sunset
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You walked into the darkness
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I did not hear your last breath
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There will not be an inquest
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This is not human interest
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Cuscutlan
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Frente! |