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another head hangs lowly
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child is slowly taken
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and the violence cursed such silence
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who are you we mistaken
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but you see it's not me
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it's not my family
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in your head
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in your head they're fighting
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with their tanks , and their bombs
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and their bombs , and their guns
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in your head
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in your head they are crying
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in your head
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zombie zombie zombie
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what's in your head , in the head
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zombie zombie zombie
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another mother's breaking
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heart is taking over
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when the violence closes silence
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we must be mistaken
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it's the some old theme since 1916
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in your head
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in your head they're still fighting
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with their tanks and their bombs
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and their bombs and their guns
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in your head they are dying
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in your head
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zombie zombie zombie
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what's in your head , in the head
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zombie zombie zombie
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Zombie
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| The Cranberries |
