The ocean is on fire, the sky turned dark again as the boats came in.
And the beaches, streched out with soldiers,
With their arms and guns it has just begun.
Why won't you tell me that,
Why must this tear my head,
And the houses laid out like targets,
With the deafening sound,
We watched them all go down.
And the families now useless bodies,
They lay still black and blue,
Why won't you tell me that,
Why must this tear my head,
Why won't you tell me that,
Why must this tear my head,
Why won't you tell me that,
Why must this tear my head,
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