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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=56962" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Masters Of War</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come you masters of war<br>You that build all the guns<br>You that build the death planes<br>You that build the big bombs<br>You that hide behind walls<br>You that hide behind desks<br>I just want you to know<br>I can see through your masks<br>You that never done nothin<br>But build to destroy<br>You play with my world<br>Like its your little toy<br>You put a gun in my hand<br>And you hide from my eyes<br>And you turn and run farther<br>When the fast bullets fly<br>Like judas of old<br>You lie and deceive<br>A world war can be won<br>You want me to believe<br>But I see through your eyes<br>And I see through your brain<br>Like I see through the water<br>That runs down my drain<br>You fasten the triggers<br>For the others to fire<br>Then you set back and watch<br>When the death count gets higher<br>You hide in your mansion<br>As young peoples blood<br>Flows out of their bodies<br>And is buried in the mud<br>Youve thrown the worst fear<br>That can ever be hurled<br>Fear to bring children<br>Into the world<br>For threatening my baby<br>Unborn and unnamed<br>You aint worth the blood<br>That runs in your veins<br>How much do I know<br>To talk out of turn<br>You might say that Im young<br>You might say Im unlearned<br>But theres one thing I know<br>Though Im younger than you<br>Even jesus would never<br>Forgive what you do<br>Let me ask you one question<br>Is your money that good<br>Will it buy you forgiveness<br>Do you think that it could<br>I think you will find<br>When your death takes its toll<br>All the money you made<br>Will never buy back your soul<br>And I hope that you die<br>And your deathll come soon<br>I will follow your casket<br>In the pale afternoon<br>And Ill watch while youre lowered<br>Down to your deathbed<br>And Ill stand oer your grave<br>til Im sure that youre dead</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Bob Dylan - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin
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