(Wetton/Downes)
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For those that are able
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To go underground
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Missiles disenable
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They hit faster than sound
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They're coming and you have no choice
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The helpless with one human foice
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That will categorically say
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This underdog will have his day
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One more dead is one more than it ought to be
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A travesty
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One more missed will be kissed to eternity
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Or purgatory
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After the war
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Red button he's pressing
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But he knows not why
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He's programming orders
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War lights up the sky
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He's on the hotline tonight
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His mind is high as a kite
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His fingers decide wrong or right
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This man has it all in his sights
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Used as tools to believe in autonomy
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Minorities are no more
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Men are fools, one last cry to humanity
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No sanity any more
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After the war
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On my arm, a tattoo for my sons to be
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That numbers you and me
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There's a scar on my face
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That is photographed for all to see
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After the war
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After The War
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