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Bless on the border guard so cold and alone
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Bless on the child so far from his home
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Pity the border guard who feels like a woman to cry
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Pity the border guard whose life guards the line
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A light is a funny thing
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A border sometime
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A light is a hurting thing
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Use only to divine
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I pity the refugee whose home lies behind
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I pity the border guard and his border line
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He keeps his machine gun nose pointed to the sky
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The night time is his master
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And you know the dawn light brings his captor
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And I pity the border guard as he walks, well as he walks his own
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The echo of his foot steps is all a friend would know
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A home is a funny thing
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You get tied to the earth
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Like a love is a crazy thing
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In the eye of a child
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I Pity the border guard whose soul taken captive at birth
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May the sweet brace of his grief and show him how to be so wild
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Yes a light is a funny thing
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A border sometimes
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A light is a hurting thing
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Used only to divine
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He who made the open plains and the world one and all
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Could not have conceived with a barbed wire brain
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For the building of the wall and at night I keep my fire bright
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So that I may be safe when I sleep
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Till I wake on that wonderful morning with no more light well ooh
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BORDER GUARD
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Bruce Springsteen |