Guns In The Distance

Maverick Sabre

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    80 died in a foreign place
    Twenty-two in a bombed foyer, there's
    Bloody hands can you wash these stains?
    For the times can we stop this rage
    What's the truth get indoctrinated
    No money no doctors for patients
    Always money for bombs and the payslips
    And the bullets, they keep you enslaved
    Mother won't get to kiss her child
    Father won't get to see her smile
    Little hands can you hold on tight
    You saw death, now it's in her eyes
    I don't want to see you misplaced
    What the hell are we doing to change things
    Politician, can you see this pain?

    Because I can hear guns in the distance
    And why don't they listen?
    When a mother cries for her children
    I can hear guns in the distance
    And why don't they listen?
    When a mother cries for her children

    Ninety-five in a boat found drowned
    Twenty-six from a soldier's gun, there's
    Too many kids, many open coffins
    Tell me how all these wars been sponsored?
    Getting rich tell me who gets paid?
    Little boy on the morning page
    Do we mourn, do we learn his name?
    Another lost in the pouring rain
    Do we try, do we try, do we fall back
    Little girl getting cold by the food bank
    Another estate gets sold for a new plan
    Wonder awake and hope for the future
    See who gets mentioned as your minute's silence ticks by
    Tell me who gets sentenced as they commit violence its state signed
    Old greedy men send boys time again out to the front line
    Who's a tyrant here? Who's the terrorist? I'm seeing blurred lines
    If love is a kingdom, this is a prison that we're inside
    Innocent child go

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    Because I can hear guns in the distance
    And why don't they listen?
    When a mother cries for her children
    I can hear guns in the distance
    And why don't they listen?
    When a mother cries for her children

    Better we run
    Better we hide away, forever we fall
    Burning the sky away and it'll never be yours
    It'll never be yours again
    And look what we've done
    And look what we've left for them
    Now look what we've done
    Look what we've left for them
    Now look what we've done
    Look what we've left for them
    Now look what we've done
    Look what we've left for them

    I can hear guns in the distance
    And why don't they listen?
    When a mother cries for her children
    I can hear guns in the distance
    And why don't they listen?
    When a mother cries for her children

    A mother cries for her children

    Song details

    Composition: Michael Stafford and James Dearness Hogarth

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