They are young and they're kids
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and believe what they see
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To do what they've been told
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And so they walk away with open eyes
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Some are eight or nine or ten
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And they die like a fly, and no one knows
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Who they are, they're smaller than the gun they load
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See their eyes open wide
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They died before they ever cried
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They die in the streets and they die in the fields
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When they do what they've been told
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But now they're lying dead
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Their eyes are closed
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Some are eight or nine or ten
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And they die like a fly and no one knows
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Who they are, they're smaller than the gun they load
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See their eyes open wide, they died before they ever cried
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Who taught them how, how to pray
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Who told them they're in paradise when they're gonna die
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They are blind and they can't fight
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They want war
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They are blind and they can't fight
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They want war
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They are blind and they can't fight
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They want war
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They are blind and they can't fight
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They want war
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They are blind and they can't fight
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They want war
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They are blind and they can't fight
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They want war...
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You're gonna pay the price, you little devil in disguise
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For taking life with no regard, you'll go to hell
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And there you'll burn
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Children in the battlefield, please don't go
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Little birds with fluttering hearts, please don't go
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They Want War
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| U. D. O. |
