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| 1. |
| 3:01 | 
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All the soldiers
They're all gonna die All the little babies They're all gonna die All the poets And all the liars And all you pretty people You're all gonna die |
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| 2. |
| 3:18 |
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To my mouth
Frozen shut Mother's son Paper cup Belarus Belarus Belarus Belarus Pressing light Brighter sound Black and white Fading now Belarus Belarus Belarus Belarus |
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| 3. |
| 2:53 |
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Our bodies break
And the blood just spills and spills But here we sit debating math It's just a shame My hand just kills and kills There's gotta be an end to that There's gotta be an end to that |
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| 4. |
| 3:45 |
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We took our pills
It changed the world We had our fill But when we realized That we were dragonflies We knew we had to try to find a way to get more pills Maybe you're right Maybe you're right Oh dragonfly Your thousand eyes What do they see? The lines of history Some things should never be Why do we even try? There's no such thing as dragonfly pills Maybe you're right Maybe you're right Oh dragonfly Maybe you're right |
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| 5. |
| 2:23 |
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Where would you go
If the gun fell in your hand Home to the kids or to sympathetic friends Oh Sandinista Oh Sandinista Oh Sandinista, take my side Deep through the clouds Hear them marching up slowly Fresh with the blood Of your fathers, so holy Oh Sandinista Oh Sandinista Oh Sandinista, take my side Take my side |
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| 6. |
| 3:58 |
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Come clean and off with your head
The streams of bright rosy red Your heart will do the rest And you'll always fade You'll always fade Someday you'll change But you'll always fade Cut free the weight on your neck The screams, the clutching of breast So sorry bout the mess But you'll always fade Someday you'll change But you'll always fade |
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| 7. |
| 4:12 |
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Dust on the window
The sun's darkened angle Write your initials with mine At this time tomorrow I'll be just one day closer One sunset further behind In the morning I'll make up my mind Always a whisper Worthless and tender A break in my arm that won't heal You lie like a shadow Your breath on my pillow You won't let me keep what I steal Tell me where can a girl get a meal? |
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| 8. |
| 2:19 |
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You'll be my Charlie
And can be your George Let's bury the hatchet Like the Beatles and the Stones They'll play our songs forever On the radio Let's bury the hatchet Like the Beatles The Beatles and the Stones I know you got a thing For ordinary guys But I've heard your records And they sound a lot like mine So you'll be my Mary-Ann And I'll be your Yoko Let's bury the hatchet Like the Beatles The Beatles and the Stones Like the Beatles The Beatles and the Stones |
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| 9. |
| 1:14 |
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I've spent a lot of time
Good people Trying to make it rhyme Good people It gave my mind a little place to hide If you don't like my lines Good people You better open wide Good people Call the chief, it has become my belief that your tongue is the weapon You cut what you reap with your poison Your poison Your poison Your poison |
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| 10. |
| 4:18 | 
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| 11. |
| 2:47 |
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They put the treasure deep inside us
Inside us Inside us They thought the desert would divide us Divide us Divide us With silence With silence With silence With silence They filled our hearts and hands with violence With violence With violence It's time to leave the fields behind us Behind us Behind us In silence In silence In silence In silence In silence In silence In silence |
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| 12. |
| 3:43 |
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One more thing before I go
One more thing I'll ask you Lord You may need a murderer Someone to do your dirty work Don't act so innocent I've seen you pound your fist into the earth And I've read your books It seems that you could use another fool Well I'm cruel And I look right through You must have more important things to do So if you need a murderer Someone to do your dirty work |
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| 13. |
| 3:38 |
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All I can do is fight
even if I know you're right All I can do is fight Chilly fingers holding fast Maybe it's your violent past All you can do is hide God bless the darkness of the night All you can do is hide chilly fingers, the golden calf maybe it's your violent past maybe it's your violent past maybe it's the violent path maybe it's your violent past maybe it's the violent path maybe it's your violent past |
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