And I wonder how Franklin felt in '42
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The war's still new, but I? tired of fighting
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Bloody boys sobbing fears all somehow died brave men
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Exalted then, so wrong yet somehow inviting.
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Like a dream moving in slow motion
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The smell of death spreads across the ocean
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Despite the masses that hate the notion
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Bending every purpose toward war
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And the bombs start falling,
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tight fists of rage hurled
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Searching for sanity in such a crazy world
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I guess I thought when we got in our boats and sailed away
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We wouldn't be here today;
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we left behind all that fighting
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In a place where they're still debating feudal rights
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And boundary lines, and ancient agreements
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But I know that I? only dreaming
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Any day I could wake up screaming
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Taking orders in a far away land
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Marching round with a gun in my hand
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And the bombs start falling,
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as the trigger fingers pull
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Searching for sanity in such a crazy world
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Little boys go marching on for peace . . .
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Glory
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| Craig's Brother |
