This is where the helicopters came to take me away
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This is where the children used to play
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This is only half a mile away from the attack
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This is where my life changed in a day
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And then it changed back
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Buried in the din of rotor noise and close explosions
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I do my best to synthesize the sounds and my emotions
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This is where the allies bombed the school,
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They say by mistake
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Here nobody takes me for a fool, just for a fake
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Later at the hotel bar, the journalists are waiting
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I hurry back to my guitar while they're commiserating
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And I'll be leaving soon
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I'll be leaving soon
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Just as soon as we were on the ground
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We were back in the jet
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Just another three day foreign tour we'd never forget
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It's hard to sympathize with all this devastation
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Hopping 'round from site to site like tourists on vacation
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And I'll be leaving soon
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I'll be leaving soon
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I can't help anyone cause everyone's so cold
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Everyone's so skeptical of everything they're told
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And even I get sick of needing to be sold
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Though it's only half a month away, the media's gone
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An entertaining scandel broke today, but I can't move on
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I'm haunted by a story and I do my best to tell it
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Can't even give this stuff away, why would I sell it?
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Everybody's laughing, while at me they point a finger
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A world that loves its irony must hate the protest singer
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So I'll be leaving soon
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I'll be leaving soon
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I'll be leaving soon
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I'll be leaving soon
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Helicopters
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| Barenaked Ladies |
