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James |
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Seven |
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Mother |
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------------------------------------------------------- |
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This war's a mother fucker |
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How many sons will will we kill today |
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On poors little brother |
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Tell me what the newsline from the ground |
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Your love is a killer |
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Killing all this love in me |
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We are so full of terror |
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Viscious kiss, your love is longing deep |
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Love love love wont starve |
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You don't |
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Love love love |
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Where the anger is hot |
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Where opinion is deep |
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Understanding is shot |
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Is dead, is dead, is dead |
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Where the linen is cheap |
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Where the weapons are not |
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Where all the mothers will be |
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Is dead, is dead, is dead |
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Will strike you down |
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Love love love |
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Will strike you down |
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Love love love |
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We're prone to a torture |
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I can't take it anymore |
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On poors little mother |
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Tell me what the newsline from the ground |
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Love love love |
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Love will strike you down |
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Love love will strike us down |