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• Artiste: FGFC820
• Titre: Killing Fields
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This war is a lie Judge the righteous from their place on high But I wonder who they'd blame If their ivory towers were set aflame And how did it seem To watch 9/11 on a tv screen? While we lived through it City's burning in a fiery pit We march across the killing fields We set the laws with swords and shield Our funeral pyres light up the sky We send our children off to die Treacherous paths we walk alone Our hands and hearts have turned to stone These are the chances that we take The sacrifices we must make Now a shaky hand Brings the news from a far off land This man, they cut him down Spilled his blood on foreign ground His loss should be a sign Of valor to those left behind The end, the letter read "I'm sorry, ma'am, but your son is dead".