I feel sorry for the soldier who is shot and stoned in anger
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I feel sorry for his wife and child at home
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I feel sorry for the bomber who all life and limb dishonours
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For the people that he's maimed and left alone
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The Lord God said love thy neighbour
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Though in human life he trades, he's still a man
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I feel sorry for the children who with open mind are willing
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To fight for ideals aged and past their time
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I feel sorry for the children who will join the vicious circle
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Of instinct fear bred from their parents' minds
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The Lord God said love thy neighbour
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Break the circle, free the hater, call him a friend
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Wake up, wake up, there's a man by your side
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With a knife and a gun in each hand
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Wake up, wake up, you're one and the same
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It's time to stop and decide
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Is it love or hate?
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Is it peace or war?
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It's for sure there's no inbetween
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Politicians point views
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But they're pointing for you
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The solution has to be seen
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I thought I saw a summer soldier, helmet on his brow
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His silver rifle clutched beneath his armour-plated shroud
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I fire in hate, he cried aloud
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To protect myself from defeat
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My shield's my cause, my cause is war
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And from war I'll make no retreat
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I dreamt I saw an angel bright, a halo on his brow
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His golden sword lay in its sheath beneath his silver shroud
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I drwa thee not, he cried aloud
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Though your deeds like spears strike my soul
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My shield's my love, my cause is peace
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Faith be sure I shall not retreat
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Summer Soldier
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Barclay James Harvest |