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Who will save the war child baby
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Who controls the keys
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The web we weave is thick and sordid
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Fine by me
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At times of war
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We're all the losers
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There's no victory
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We'll shoot to kill, and kill your lover
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Fine by me
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War Child
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Victim of political pride
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Plant the seed, territorial greed
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Mind, the war child.
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We should mind, the war child
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I spent last winter in New York
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And came upon a man
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He was sleeping on the streets and homeless
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He said, "I fought in Vietnam"
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Beneath his shirt he wore the mark
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He bore the mark of pride
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A two-inch deep incision carved
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Into his side
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War Child!
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Victim of political pride
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Plant the seed, territorial Greed
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Mind, the war child
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We should mind, the war child
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Whose the loser now
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Whose the loser now
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We're all the losers now
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We're all the losers now
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War Child, War Child
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WAR CHILD
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