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| Afraid To Shoot Strangers Dickinson: Yes, it is! Hey. Alright, Crowd: Maiden, Maiden, Maiden, Maiden, Maiden, Maiden, Maiden, Maiden, Maiden, Maiden Dickinson: Alright, this is song about war... war is bullshit...This song is called 'Afraid To Shoot Strangers' Lying awake at night I wipe the sweat from my brow But it's not the fear 'cause I'd rather go now Trying to visualize the horrors that will lay ahead The desert sand mound a burial ground When it comes to the time are we partners in crime? When it comes to the time we'll be ready to die God, let us go now and finish what's to be done Thy Kingdom Come, thy shall be done... on earth Trying to justify to ourselves the reasons to go Should we live and let live, forget or forgive But how can we let them go on this way? The reign of terror corruption must end And we know deep down there's no other way No trust, no reasoning, no more to say Afraid to shoot strangers
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