Woke him up with a barrel to his head
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His eyes shut tight bracing for the blow
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Resigning his life to the metal held
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In another man's hand
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Twenty days in a concrete fallout
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What life have I to take your own
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Oh my country won't you call out
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Doorbells are ringing with boxes of bones
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And from another land's war torn corners
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To a prison cell in my own
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Punish me for not taking your orders
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But don't lock me up for not leavin' my home
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Your words just a bloody fallacy
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A house of cards you painted white
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You tried to recreate Normandy
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But you made up the reason to fight
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And now red oil is spillin' down on the street
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And your eyes so big for the belly is weak
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Will you not refuse this currency
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Or is blood money just money to you
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Is blood money just money to you
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Twenty days in a concrete fallout
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What life have I to take your own
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Oh my country won't you call out
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Doorbells are ringing with boxes of bones
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From another land's war torn corners
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To a prison cell in my own
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Punish me for not taking your orders
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But don't lock me up for not leavin' my home
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Camilo
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Camilo
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Leave him alone
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Camilo
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Camilo
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