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|  | Текст (слова) песни: Cranberries -  Warchild
 Who will save the warchild baby
 
 Who controls the key?
 
 The web we weave is thick and sordid
 
 Fine by me
 
 At times of war, were all losers
 
 Theres no victory
 
 We shoot and kill and kill your lover
 
 Fine by me
 
 Warchild, victim of political pride
 
 Plant the seed, territorial greed
 
 Mind the warchild, we should mind the warchild
 
 I spent last winter in new york and came upon a man
 
 He was sleeping on the streets and homeless
 
 He said i fought in vietnam
 
 Beneath his shirt he wore his mark, he bore the mark of pride
 
 A two inch deep incision, carved into his side
 
 Warchild, victim of political pride
 
 Plant the seed, terrirtorial greed
 
 
    
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