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Why do the men stray? |
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Why do the women pray? |
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Why do the men fight? |
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Why do the women sympathize? |
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Whoa, it was easier before I loved |
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Before this heart was turned to stone |
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Before this blood was stirred and blood was spilled |
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No one was ever meant to be alone |
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Why do the birds sing? |
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What do they call that thing? |
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Why do the bombs boom? |
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We're running out of living room? |
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Our needs getting needier and needier |
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More lies are told until they're truth |
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Until the messages are massacred |
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Old men get all their killing done with youth |
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Why do the men stray? |
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Why do the women pray? |
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Why do the men fight? |
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Why do the women sympathize? |
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All these wooden houses |
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Light themselves on fire in turn |
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Oh, but someday there will be nothing left to burn |
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Oh, someday there will be nothing left to burn |
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Whoa, whoa |
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Someday, someday, someday, someday |
