Bob Dylan – Masters Of War

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 Come you masters of war
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 You that build the big guns
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 You that build the death planes
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 You that build all the bombs
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 You that hide behind walls
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 You that hide behind desks
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 I just want you to know 
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 I can see through your masks

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 You that never have done 
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 Nothin' but build to destroy
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 You play with my world like 
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 It's your little toy
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 You put a gun in my hand 
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 Then you hide from my eyes
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 Then you turn and run farther 
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 When the fast bullets fly
 
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 Like Judas of old 
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 You lie and deceive
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 А world war can't be won, 
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 And you want me to believe
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 But I see through your eyes 
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 And I see through your brain
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 Like I see through the water 
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 That runs down my drain
 
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 You that fasten all the triggers 
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 For the others to fire
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 Then you sit back and watch 
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 While the death count gets figher
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 You hide in your mansions 
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 While the young people's blood
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 Flows out of their bodies 
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 And gets buried in the mud
 
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 You've thrown the worst fear 
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 That can ever be hurled
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 Fear to bring children 
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 Into the world
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 For threatening my baby, 
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 Unborn and unnamed
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 You ain't worth the blood 
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 That runs in your veins
 
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 How much do I know 
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 To talk out of turn
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 You might say that I'm young, 
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 You might say I'm unlearned
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 But there's one thing I know, 
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 Though I'm younger than you
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 Even Jesus would never 
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 Forgive what you do
 
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 Let me ask you one question:  
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 Is your money that good?
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 Will it buy you forgiveness? 
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 Do you think that it could?
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 I think you will find 
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 When your death takes its toll
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 All the money you made 
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 Won't ever buy back your soul
 
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 And I hope that you die 
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 And your death will come soon
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 I'll follow your casket 
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 Through the pale afternoon
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 And I'll watch while you're 
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 Lowered into your death bed
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 Then I'll stand over your grave 
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 Till I'm sure that you're dead