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Who holds the money, who holds the need |
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Who holds the strings of misery or the purse of greed |
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And the gunmen reap while the gangsters sow |
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And law is cheap when the smugglers go |
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(Give us peace) Give us peace in our time |
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(Give us peace) Give us peace in our time |
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While I have a life to live |
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Then I have no life to give |
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(Give us peace) Give us peace in our time |
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In sun-kissed rooms in city slums |
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Minds are restless till the airmail comes |
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From the forest floor to the western mind |
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Like a chat show topic on a party line |
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And the hardest love of all is to forgive |
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As the world comes tumbling down |
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(Give us peace) Give us peace in our time |
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(Give us peace) Give us peace in our time |
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While I have a life to live |
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Then I have no life to give |
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(Give us peace) Give us peace in our time |
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Let all the rain come down on blind desire |
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Like a thundercloud that holds a prairie fire |
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I hear the blame and I see the cause |
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A stronger voice and a stronger law |
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But buyers buy and sellers sell |
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Public consumption of a private hell |
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(Give us peace) Give us peace in our time |
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(Give us peace) Give us peace in our time |
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While I have a life to live |
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Then I have no life to give |
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(Give us peace) Give us peace in our time |
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(Give us peace) Give us peace in our time |
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(Give us peace) Give us peace in our time |
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While I have a life to live |
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Then I have no life to give |
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(Give us peace) Give us peace in our time |
