mohammad is a little boy
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growing up in a violent world
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heard the guns when he was five
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and above the smoke he saw the flag of israel unfurled
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so what is he to think
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and what is he to do?
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Who set the drumbeat that he's marching to?
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Now kevin he was just a lad
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his brother left never to return
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they said he joined the i.r.a.
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and then they shot him down -- now kevin burns
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so what is he to think?
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And what is he tot do?
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Who set the drumbeat that kevin's marching to?
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Cause gunfire means funeral pyres
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and then little boys pick up guns
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battles rage for blood and country
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and they always will -- yeah they always will
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until they're home
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now I am just an american boy
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only know what I see or read
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I see boys dying for a home
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dying for a chance to breathe like you and me
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so what are we to think?
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And what are we to do?
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Who set the drumbeat that they're marching to?
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Grab a gun, toy soldiers no home to call your own
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Kevin's Song
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Down by Law |