I'm sitting around at the checkpoint
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Keeping myself to myself
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My heart's going out to the girl with the gun
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She is young, she is fun, she is deadly
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She clocks off, goes back to the city
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Goes to a club with her friends
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I just took a walk through the checkpoint
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Past columns of poor Arab sons
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They queue through the day for a chance to make pay
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For something to put in their mouths
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He can't sleep at night without gunfire
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The lullaby puts him to sleep
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We stand there accused of the British collusion
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Israel into Palestine
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A victory for some an astonishing hope
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But for him it has brought devastation
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He lives like a prisoner in exile
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He lives like a prisoner in hell
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Dates black and white in the blue vault of space
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Swoop around like a symbol of peace
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Can they see the hawk?
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They're too busy in talk of love
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Why should they contemplate fear?
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Everyone meets in the cramped city streets
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Hipsters of zion collide
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To talk music and dross
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At the sign of The Cross
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We eat our falafel in peace
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The girl lets her uniform slip
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The boy cracks a joke he is sweet
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He listens to Hip Hop in Gaza
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She listens to Coldplay in Lod
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The Eight Station Of The Cross Kebab House
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Belle & Sebastian |