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Silent Soldiers on a silver screen
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A F#m E A F#m
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Framed in fantasies and dragged in dream
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Bm E7 A
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Unpaid actors of the mystery
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Bm E F#m E
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The mad director knows that freedom will not make you free
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F#m E
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And what's this got to do with me
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G D
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I declare the war is over
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A E E A E C#m
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It's over, it's over
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Drums are drizzling on a grain of sand
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Fading rhythms of a fading land
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Prove your courage in the proud parade
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Trust your leaders where mistakes are almost never made
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And they're afraid that I'm afraid
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I'm afraid the war is over
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It's over, it's over
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Angry artists painting angry signs
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Use their vision just to blind the blind
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Poisoned players of a grizzly game
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One is guilty and the other gets the point to blame
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Pardon me if I refrain
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I declare the war is over
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It's over, it's over
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So do your duty, boys, and join with pride
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Serve your country in her suicide
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Find the flags so you can wave goodbye
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But just before the end even treason might be worth a try
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This country is to young to die
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I declare the war is over
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It's over, it's over
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One-legged veterans will greet the dawn
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And they're whistling marches as they mow the lawn
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And the gargoyles only sit and grieve
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The gypsy fortune teller told me that we'd been deceived
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You only are what you believe
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I believe the war is over
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It's over, it's over
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The War Is Over
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| Phil Ochs |
