Crossfire

He'd trade his guns for love
 But he's caught in the crossfire
 And he keeps wakin' up
 But it's not to the sound of birds
 The tyranny
 The violent streets
 Deprived of all that we're blessed with
 And we can't get enough, no
 Heaven, if you sent us down
 So we can build a plague around
 For the sinners
 To play as saints
 You'd be so proud of what we made
 I hope you got some beds around
 'Cause you're the only refuge now
 For every mother
 Every child
 Every brother
 That's caught in the crossfire
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 That's caught in the crossfire
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 I'd trade my luck to know
 Why he's caught in the crossfire
 And I'm here wakin' up
 To the sun and the sound of birds
 Society's anxiety
 Deprived of all that we're blessed with
 We just can't get enough, no
 Heaven, if you sent us down
 So we can build a plague around
 For the sinners
 To play as saints
 You'd be so proud of what we made
 I hope you got some beds around
 'Cause you're the only refuge now
 For every mother
 Every child
 Every brother
 That's caught in the crossfire
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 That's caught in the crossfire
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 Can I trust what I'm given
 When faith still needs a gun
 Whose ammunition
 Justifies the wrong?
 And I can't see
 From the backseat
 So I'm asking from above
 Can I trust what I'm given
 Even when it cuts?
 So heaven if you sent us down
 So we can build a plague around
 For the sinners
 To play as saints
 You'd be so proud of what we made
 I hope you got some beds around
 'Cause you're the only refuge now
 For every mother
 And every child
 Every brother
 That's caught in the crossfire
 
 That's caught in the crossfire
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 Who's caught in the crossfire
 
 Who's caught on the crossfire baby, baby
 Who's caught on the cross