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Bui Doi
They're called Bui-Doi.
The dust of life.
Conceived in Hell,
And born in strife.
They are the living reminder of all the good we failed to do.
We can't forget
Must not forget
That they are all our children, too.
Like all survivors I once thought
When I'm home I won't give a damn
But now I know I'm caught, I'll never leave Vietnam
War isn't over when it ends, some pictures never leave you mind.
They are the faces of the children the ones we left behind
They're called Bui-doi.
The dust of life, conceived in hell and born in strife
They are the living reminders of all the good we failed to do
We can't forget, must not forget, that they are all our children too
These kids hit walls on ev'ry side, they don't belong in any place.
Their secret they can't hide it's printed on their face.
I never thought one day I'd plead
For half-breeds from a land that's torn
But then I saw a camp for children whose crime was being born
They're called Bui-Doi, the dust of life conceived in hell and born in strife.
We owe them fathers and a family a loving home they never knew.
Because we know deep in our hearts that they are all our children too.
These are souls in need, they need us to give
Someone has to pay for their chance to live
Help me try
They're called Bui-Doi.
The dust of life.
Conceived in Hell,
And born in strife.
They are the living reminders of all the good we failed to do.
That's why we know
That's why we know
Deep in our hearts
Deep in our hearts
That's why we know
That they are all our children, too.
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That they are all our children, too.
That's why we know
Deep in our hearts
Deep in our hearts
That's why we know
That's why we know
They are the living reminders of all the good we failed to do.
And born in strife.
Conceived in Hell,
The dust of life.
They're called Bui-Doi.
Help me try
Someone has to pay for their chance to live
These are souls in need, they need us to give
Because we know deep in our hearts that they are all our children too.
We owe them fathers and a family a loving home they never knew.
They're called Bui-Doi, the dust of life conceived in hell and born in strife.
But then I saw a camp for children whose crime was being born
For half-breeds from a land that's torn
I never thought one day I'd plead
Their secret they can't hide it's printed on their face.
These kids hit walls on ev'ry side, they don't belong in any place.
We can't forget, must not forget, that they are all our children too
They are the living reminders of all the good we failed to do
The dust of life, conceived in hell and born in strife
They're called Bui-doi.
They are the faces of the children the ones we left behind
War isn't over when it ends, some pictures never leave you mind.
But now I know I'm caught, I'll never leave Vietnam
When I'm home I won't give a damn
Like all survivors I once thought
That they are all our children, too.
Must not forget
We can't forget
They are the living reminder of all the good we failed to do.
And born in strife.
Conceived in Hell,
The dust of life.
They're called Bui-Doi.
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| BBui DDoi |
| ui oi |
| uBi oDi |
| vui xoi |
| vBui xDoi |
| Bvui Dxoi |
| gui eoi |
| gBui eDoi |
| Bgui Deoi |
| nui foi |
| nBui fDoi |
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| Bnui Dfoi |
| hui roi |
| hBui rDoi |
| Bhui Droi |
| Buui coi |
| Bi cDoi |
| Biu Dcoi |
| Bhi soi |
| sDoi |
| Buhi Dsoi |
| B7i Dooi |
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| B7ui Di |
| Bu7i Dio |
| Bki Dki |
| Bkui Dkoi |
| Buki Doki |
| Bii D9i |
| Biui D9oi |
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