The home grown homeland fixed Keeps all things separate Within this place its fate is fixed And oil and peace dont mix Abandon me, abandon me Abandon me, abandon me Abandon me, abandon me Abandon me, abandon me In my war In a right white world In my war Painted light dark burnt In my war Ever turns the screw In my war Theres no space to grow How many people keep coming together to come into this How many people keep coming together to come into this How many people keep coming together to come into this How many people keep coming together to come into this The bushman wants them dead A world of christ unlit We buy and sell the dread from which The skull and bones commit Abandon me, abandon me Is this does it think about my missiles... no Abandon me, abandon me I want to be close to this Abandon me, abandon me Is this does it think about my missiles... no Abandon me, abandon me I want to be close to this In my war In a right white world In my war Painted light dark burnt In my war Ever turns the screw In my war Theres no space to grow
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