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There was a long haired guy who drew a crowd outside
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He got them all angry over national pride
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He was talking of the war that's on our shore
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And how we've never had to fight so hard beforer
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It's a war to fight and a war to win he said
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But how do we strike and where to begin?
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We want to kill those guilty of the crimes they've made
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But they don't live in one city; there's no fortress to invade
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This war is psychological and it starts right here
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So in my defiance, I will not live in fear
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Because fear is their weapon so I won't give in to that
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They know that fear turns to rage, and thats just their trap
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The way they win is to make us strike back
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They want us to launch a dreadful counterattack
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The more people that die at the hand of our nation
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The more hate it will breed in the next generation
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In this kind of war, they're not after our land
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They want their children's blood on our vengeful hands
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They want to make us act like an angry mob
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So we look like a bully that hates their god
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Their plan is to hurt us with our own brute force
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Like a herd stampeding down a deadly course
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If they can get us running with a rage like this
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They can lead the free world off the edge of a cliff
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And the cliff is to fall for the trap they've sprung
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To make us play the role of the vengeful one
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They want us to chase them and hunt them down
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To kill their people and burn their towns
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The few guilty people are happy to die
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If they can make us kill a few thousand more besides
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Becuase the death of the innocents just fuels the flame
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Until the next war starts and its all the same
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And the future unfolds for a hundred years
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As the terror grows and it breeds more fear
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So who will decide the future of our nation?
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Will we follow along with their invitation?
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The invitation is to trust our hate
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To let revenge define our fate
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To never see that it's a different war
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And we can't fight the same way we fought before
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We're not hunted by a tiger, or a lion or a shark, its more
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Like FIRE that's the danger and the enemy's a spark
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But the trickiest spin that the devil could twist
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Was convincing the world that he didn't exist
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If you don't believe in evil, then they're just dangerous men
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And you'll fight fire with fire, and you'll be just like them
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An eye for an eye, time after time
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Eye after eye until the whole world is blind
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If our enemy is evil, like a virus of the mind
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And its moving through the body of all humankind
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Then the evil brilliance of this virus which is hate
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Is that our natural reaction makes it replicate
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We want to shoot at a target thats easy to find
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But the enemy is in us - all humankind
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We want to kill the invader like we could in the past
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But you can't kill a virus with a shotgun blast
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This is not a nation that we're up against
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If it's good against evil what's our best defense?
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The man on the street was drawing a crowd
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Some people got angry and voices got loud
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The crowd answered back to the sidewalk guy
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That we must have revenge for the people that died
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But the man kept talking about love and light
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As if that were any way to fight the fight
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And a scuffle started and they hauled him in
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He was convicted of crimes and convicted of sins
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And for national safety and religious pride
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That sidewalk preacher was crucified
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David Wilcox - copyright 2001
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A Different Kind of War
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| David Wilcox |
