when I look around I see war all over
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Wars of heart tearing people apart
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They forget their high objectives
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Fighting a constant battle they call love
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The weapon they use is the weapon of rejection
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Of intolerance and disrespect
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It took me a while to figure it out
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But man was not made for this game
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War, baby, war, baby, war, baby, war
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I see war all around me
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War, baby, war, baby, war, baby, war
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I see war all around me
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War, baby, war, baby, war, baby, war
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This is the Blues of War
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When I look at us I see war all over
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Wars of heart tearing love apart
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We forget our primal oath
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Keeping a constant distance we call freedom
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The weapon we use is the weapon of indifference
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Of humiliation and neglect
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It took me a while to fugure it out
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But I am not made for this game
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War, baby, war, baby, war, baby, war
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I see war all around me
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This is the Blues of Wars
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The weapon we use is the weapon of indifference
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Of humiliation and neglect..
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War, baby, war, baby, war, baby, war
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I see war all around me
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This is the Blues of War
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Blues Of War (A. Schonfeld)
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| Axinia Schonfeld |
