The victim, the war, the blood on my door...no one wants that...
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The guns, the bombs, this pitiful song...
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The death, the stone, a cold empty home...
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Sickness, disease, the broken families...
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What would you do, if things turned out that way?
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What would you say if things would never change?
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So think of a way, we didn't have to stay the same...
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How does it sound? It doesn't sound in sane
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A word, a sign, our own peace of mind...that's what we want...
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No more disease, a hope for world peace...
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A move, a dance, a new fucking chance...
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A breath, a sigh, a blue fucking sky...
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Tzedakah
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