I've tried to find the words to tell
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But how can words reflect their hell?
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I'm struck by hollow empty eyes
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Faith is gone, trust replaced by lies
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What's a home if it isn't yours?
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Is it human if if you can't show remorse?
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Respect is a laugh when guns blast
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They just live today, it might be their last
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It's a regular day in Bosnia
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It's a regular kid in Bosnia
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Something's still burning in Bosnia
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I will never forget about Bosnia
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I'm walking through this ghost-town
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Definite silence all sounds will drown
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Burned down houses withness paranoia
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Ethnic cleansing, name of the destroyer
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A family portrait, it's lying in rubbish
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I think I know but still I pray, I hope, I wish
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Hunted, killed for what cause?
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Another fuhrer's megalomania of course!
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He tells me about the mine-fields he has crossed
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He tells me about the friends he had lost
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He tells me about his sister being blown to bits
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He tells me about mines cleared away by kids
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He tells me Serbs and Moslims used to walk hand in hand
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He tells me things I will never understand
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It's the same in Croatia
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It's the same in Bosnia
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It's the same in Kosovo
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It's the same in Servia
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Regular Day In Bosnia
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Heideroosjes |