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And these initial shock waves can't last They're gonna wanna see the real love soon They're gonna wanna see the real bombs in the air They're gonna wanna hear the real songs in their ears They're gonna burn the flagpoles when they find out They're gonna cry with salty tears And they'll call themselves witnesses for the truth And they'll speak the broken language of love And all of us kids want The same thing from our lives So come on out with your hands up Before we start shooting We're gonna tear the bars off the windows And our voices will be instruments for the truth And then we'll probably migrate to the coastline To tangle with the salt in the air And listen to the hush of our babies After all the fighting is through And the evening will come true to all who suffer And the morning come a chance to renew And all of us kids want The same thing from our lives So come on out with your hands up Before we start shooting (repeat x5) |