Blood being splattered
Countries being battered
Everything sent for the war
While here at home propaganda is full bore.
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I call to you,
But you don't call back;
Feelings for me,
You seem to lack.
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There's a place I go
That noone can find
A place where I can leave
All my problems behind.
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I dream of you at night,
I call to you by day.
I catch you in my sight,
But you always walk away.
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I am the cross by the side of the road,
I have a story that's been many times told.
I was the one who was driving too fast,
Let off the brake and pushed on the gas.
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