I was driving through the fens in a peaceful English scene
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Paid for by my grandfather the original gunners dream
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I was taking life for granted though I was born to die
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It's been a long time since a bomb dropped from the expansive Norfolk sky
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I was listening to the radio and the talk was all of war
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Freed themselves from Tito settling old scores
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I was far from Sarejevo it seemed irrelevant to me
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If it was U.N. troops or diplomats that had to intervene
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We are impotent in our power do we dare to fight again
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Must we always kill for freedom what will intervention gain?
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It's a symptom of repression and a people held at bay
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No freedom of expression waiting for this day
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If we impose our standards on a people newly freed
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We will be the opressors and the curse of war will breed on
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Don't let it breed on
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Don't let it breed on
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But her cries went right through me
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Gripped my heart till I thought that I would die
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That little child on the operating table
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I had to stop to wipe the tears from my eyes
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They had no drugs to comfort her to dull away the pain
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As they removed the bloody legacy a cruel shrapnel rain
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That had destroyed the lives of the ones she loved
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That would shake your faith in the Lord above
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And the eyes of the world they are turning away
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She had no natural resources to protect her in her play
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And the backstreets of her home town
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they are burning down in flames
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She is part of a new crystal nacht an ethnic cleansing day
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We are ignorant we are partisan
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We are ignorant we are partisan
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Intervention
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