War Child

By Blondie
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War Child

The Hunter

I need city lights, defense, & weaponry.
No way of knowing my life expectancy.
I learn resistance like i learn to see.
A living witness.
A lonely refugee.
I'm a war child.
I'm a war baby, & that's the difference between you & me.
I'm a war child.
My occupation is being occupied.
I stop at the corner to be identified.
Across the border they pretend victory.
I'm playing in the rubble & dream of destiny.
You weren't discovered by khmer rouge.
We hear of "the troubles" on the nightly news.
Plo lovers courting after the curfew.
Your father & brother have the west bank blues.

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