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I'm sitting at the checkpoint
Keeping to myself
My heart's out to the girl with the gun
She is young, she is fun, she is

She clocks off, back to the city
Goes to a club with her

I just took a through the checkpoint
Past of poor Arab sons
They queue through the day for a to make pay
For something to put in mouths

He can't sleep at without gunfire
The lullaby puts him to

We there accused of the British collusion
Israel into
A victory for an astonishing hope
But for him it has brought
He lives a prisoner in exile
He lives like a in hell

Dates black and white in the vault of space
Swoop around a symbol of peace
Can they see the
too busy in talk of love
Why they contemplate fear?

Everyone in the cramped city streets
of zion collide
To music and dross
At the sign of The
We eat our falafel in
The lets her uniform slip
The boy cracks a joke he is
He listens to Hip Hop in
She to Coldplay in Lod