It's on their TV's
Weeping someone's babies
Sweet on USA street
Ancient soldiers sleep tonight
It's on their airwaves
Their burning flag waves
Ten thousand miles away
Matchstick people burning
Ever far away
Some brown people
Mother turns our light into the darkness
Another Country's Young beyond here
Another Country's Young
Pardon our charity, we want to kick our ideas to your head
And Another Country's Young is crying
And Another Country's Young is sleeping again
It's in their daydreams
Waking and sleeping
No more silent safety
No more disassociating themselves
Weeping someone's babies
Sweet on USA street
Ancient soldiers sleep tonight
It's on their airwaves
Their burning flag waves
Ten thousand miles away
Matchstick people burning
Ever far away
Some brown people
Mother turns our light into the darkness
Another Country's Young beyond here
Another Country's Young
Pardon our charity, we want to kick our ideas to your head
And Another Country's Young is crying
And Another Country's Young is sleeping again
It's in their daydreams
Waking and sleeping
No more silent safety
No more disassociating themselves
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