I found peace,
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it brought me to my feet.
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War on holiday, bombs on holiday.
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Always snooping around.
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Who can we all trust?
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We're wounded and dying,
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making no change.
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Nothing's every profound.
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We're just waiting
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to drown.
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With our hands tied,
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our eyes blind,
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with our tongues snide,
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our empathy's in jars.
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I found one of us
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wounded yet fine.
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It's sad how I found
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we're sleepwalking around.
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With our hands high,
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our eyes blind,
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with our hands tied,
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our tongues snide,
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we waste our time in bars,
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kill ourselves in cars,
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we always search for stars,
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our empathy's in jars,
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always waiting to drown.
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War On Holiday
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| The Black Angels |
