Come you masters of war
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You that build all the guns
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You that build the death planes
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You that build all the bombs
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You that hide behind walls
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You that hide behind desks
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I just want you to know
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I can see through your masks.
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You that never done nothin'
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But build to destroy
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You play with my world
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Like it's your little toy
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You put a gun in my hand
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And you hide from my eyes
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And you turn and run farther
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When the fast bullets fly.
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Like Judas of old
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You lie and deceive
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A world war can be won
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You want me to believe
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But I see through your eyes
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And I see through your brain
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Like I see through the water
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That runs down my drain.
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You fasten all the triggers
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For the others to fire
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Then you set back and watch
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When the death count gets higher
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You hide in your mansion'
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As young people's blood
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Flows out of their bodies
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And is buried in the mud.
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You've thrown the worst fear
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That can ever be hurled
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Fear to bring children
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Into the world
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For threatening my baby
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Unborn and unnamed
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You ain't worth the blood
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That runs in your veins.
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How much do I know
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To talk out of turn
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You might say that I'm young
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You might say I'm unlearned
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But there's one thing I know
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Though I'm younger than you
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That even Jesus would never
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Forgive what you do.
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Let me ask you one question
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Is your money that good
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Will it buy you forgiveness
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Do you think that it could
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I think you will find
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When your death takes its toll
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All the money you made
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Will never buy back your soul.
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And I hope that you die
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And your death'll come soon
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I will follow your casket
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In the pale afternoon
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And I'll watch while you're lowered
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Down to your deathbed
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And I'll stand over your grave
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'Til I'm sure that you're dead.
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Masters Of War
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| Judy Collins |
