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War |
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The war is over |
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They say we won |
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The birds of war |
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| No longer clouds the sky |
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| Their destructive load |
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| Have already scorched the earth |
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| Brave soldier’s ashes |
| Covers the ground |
| And cold winds blows |
| Through ruined land |
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| The sky is filled |
| With radioactive dust |
| Coloring gray |
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The once blue sky |
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We scurry like rats |
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Through the garbage heap of man |
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Hiding under ground |
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From the Acid Rain |
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We spend our time |
| Mourning civilization Lost |
| Trying to keep our dignity |
| In this living hell |
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| Trying to find motivation |
| To take another breath |
| Trying to find inspiration |
| For some kind of happiness |
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| The war is over |
| They say we won |
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| But I sometimes wonder |
| If the victors weren’t |
| The ones who’s dead |
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