Weak and frightend
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Paralyzed and naked
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they are children running for their lives
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Lives are taken
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Terrorists mistaken for they use the young ones
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as refined living shields
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Pain and deep fear
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Hostage in an ancient rage between people torn by their ideals
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Willing to die, willing to kill
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Hopeless and blind in their world where innocence dies
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Weak and frightend
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Paralyzed and naked
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they are children running for their lives
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Lives are taken
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Terrorists mistaken for they use the young ones
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as refined living shields
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Rage and deep hate
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Isolated in an ancient war with people not so different from you
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Willing to fight, willing to try to win an endless battle of
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pride
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while innocents die
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And then we see them running
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See the world is watching this
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And we can only try to understand what causes it
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And then we see the living
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See then crying for their dead
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Are we the ones to understand how crazy pain can get
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Some people turn in circles
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They can never break it through
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Some people lost their lives before they died
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and now they want it back!
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Loss and deep grief
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Engulfed in an ever present pain, ancient in practice
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Weak and frightend
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Paralyzed and naked
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they are children running for their lives
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Lives are taken
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Terrorists mistaken for they use the young ones
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as refined living shields
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Living Shields
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After Forever |