We met on the beach amid rumours of war
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Your head in your hand, what you saw you won't say
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As the newspapers flew in the wind.
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I can see you're one of that kind
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Who carry a¢æ?round a time bomb in their mind, no one knows
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When you'll slip the pin.
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Rumours of war, rumours of war.
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I see that your dress is torn at the edge
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You were lost, intense, like a man on a ledge, waiting to jump
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As the waves break over the shore.
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You say there's a storm that can't be delayed
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And lately it seems to be comin' this way, you can hear it break
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Like the slam of a door.
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Rumours of war, rumours of war.
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You tell me, just look all around
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At the past and the present, the cross and the crescent
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The signs and the planets are lining up like before.
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There are souls on fire in the day and the night
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On the left and the right, in the black and the white
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You can see it burn in the eyes of the rich and the poor.
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Rumours of war, rumours of war.
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Rumours of war, rumours of war.
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Rumours Of War
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| Al Stewart |
