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Mother washes baby’s clothes
In a sewer ditch by the road
O over there that’s how it goes
Children playing in the street
Passing soldier’s smiles to meet
Do they feel the desert heat
From afar explosions ring
But no one looks it’s a common thing
Ahh then the bullets start to sing
A little girl starts to cry
Standing by her mother’s side
O my God what a site
As I look on from my L.A.V
I think about what they don’t have
How can anyone live like that
How does one measure worth
What comes last and what comes first
O the less you have the less you thirst
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