| Little girls go float upstream
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| Some a' them never comin' back
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| We are powerless to stop them
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| As they vanish from our sight
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| Little boys dig tunnels
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| Into the ground they go Hundreds of them, disappear
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| Little soldiers on patrol
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| Singing, don’t want, don’t want
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| Don’t want to be part of your world
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| And we don’t want, don’t want
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| Don’t want to be part of your world
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| Underneath the floorboards
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| In between the walls
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| Everywhere there’s filled with children
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| Say goodbye to boys and girls
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| «We promise to be better»
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| Said the folks at home
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| «But it really doesn’t matter»
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| Said their daughters and their sons
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| Singing, don’t want, don’t want
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| Don’t want to be part of your world
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| And we don’t want, don’t want
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| Don’t want to be part of your world
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| And we don’t want, don’t want
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| Don’t want to be part of your world
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| And we don’t want, don’t want
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| Don’t want to be part of your world
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| Free from greed and hunger
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| Free from hate and war
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| Thousands of them altogether
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| We are here and there they are
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| Singing, don’t want, don’t want
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| Don’t want to be part of your world
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| And we don’t want, don’t want
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| Don’t want to be part of your world
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| And we don’t want, don’t want
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| Don’t want to be part of your world
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| And we don’t want, don’t want
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| Don’t want to be part of your world
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| And we don’t want, don’t want
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| Don’t want to be part of your world
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| And we don’t want, don’t want
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| Don’t want to be part of your world |