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Heaven help the soul that's severed From the place where it belongs caught up in the mindless struggle Of the weak against the strong Headlights along the border Keep the peace, their law and order Why can't we see it's all a record of lies It's their kind of strength It's their only defense An imaginary line Just a kid and his younger brother Headed for the wire Had no rights in the telescopic sights Of the vigilante's rifle fire And now he's buried on the border Where the rivers are blood not water Why can't we see it's all a record of lies (Why can't we see) It's their kind of truth It can only be proved With imaginary lines In times like these concerning Who decides which bridge is burning Don't fall for-map reading Just make sure that you're still breathing

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