There's a silence on the front lines
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You can cut it with a knife
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You can stay and take your chances
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Or you can run to save your life
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And one side is retreating
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And the other's runnin' scared
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And the drums of war are beating
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Ever through it's undeclared
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And both sides say they're winning
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And both sides know they're losing
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And neither one knows what they're fighting for
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And in the quiet little places
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You can see the little faces
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Huddled right outside the bedroom door
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Praying for an end to this uncivil war
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Papa needs a new job
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So he's swallowing his pride
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Oh but it don't go down easy
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And it eats him up inside
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And mama, she don't notice
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Little sister's ragged dress
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Lately she don't notice
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Much of anything I guess
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They're just fightin' off the hunger
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Tryin' to keep from goin' under
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But the wolves just keep on gatherin' 'round the door
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There's no place to run for cover
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So they're turning on each other
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'Cause there really ain't no winners anymore
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Just victims in this uncivil war
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There's a silence on the front lines
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You can cut it with a knife
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You can stay and take your chances
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Or you can run to save your life
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The Uncivil War
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| Martina McBride |
