Bring em home
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Solja, solja lay your guns dwn
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You can come home
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Your job is done now
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The baghdad skies are on
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Fire tonight
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We pay the bills
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They tow the line
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We all remember where we we're
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That day
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When thelie was born, and
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The TV played
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We danced around in a bloody rage
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While the neocons laughed and
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Played
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The call went out and the
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Heed was paid
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The uniform and the green barets
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All in the wrong time
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All in the wrong place
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While the war drums beat
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All night and day away
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Solja, solja lay your guns down...
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The years went on
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And nothing changed
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The lie was dieing and the TV played
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That same ol' song
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But we're not the same
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We're sick and tired of playing
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That fuct up game
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All the politicians are a
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Fucking shame
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They don't understand a
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Blue collar man
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And the general doesn't fucking care
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That a mother's son
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Will never be here again
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Solja, solj lay yourguns down...
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The troops come home to ward 57
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The boys come home confused
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And forgotten
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Wonderin if uncle sam is
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Still listenin
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To the kids in the neighborhoods
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Dieing for "freedom"
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We all remember where we
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We're that day
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When the lie was born and
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The TV played
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We all know it wasn't for nothing
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Cuz that was the day the
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Veil dropped...on the illusion
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Solja, solja lay your guns down...
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Tow The Line
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(Hed) Pe |