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*** Autor textu: Fiction Plane *** Autor hudby: Fiction Plane
I don't wanna fight anyway I don't wanna take the things you own I don't wanna put myself at risk So someone else can take their throne I would put them all in a room Give em all the guns and clips they need I would put a seed in their minds That foreigners are based on greed Soldier machismo and his morals Who am I to know what they've saved me from And what is there to say that if they all lay down My home would be gone I wanna put glue down on your gun Imagine pointing that thing at your son When he dies you'll tell us we've won And there'll be no invasion Broken shells and twisted metal Flaming egos, wilting petals Look outside your eyes are sore Now tell me who won the war
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