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We're making war, lover |
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We are not getting on |
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I will not change to keep the peace |
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You won't admit you're wrong |
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I've got a bellyful of grudges |
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And I will not let them out |
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The wreckage of your previous life |
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You will not sort it out |
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The dirt we keep on raking |
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The giving up, the taking |
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And we keep on making war, darling |
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The stand off is coming |
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The wounds should heal without a scar |
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But the stitches keep on breaking |
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And you keep on phoning |
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And I keep on moaning |
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And we keep on making war |
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Sweetheart |
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Destroying our best laid plans |
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I will not explain myself |
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And you refuse to understand |
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Our friends all become traitors |
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As we wave our piece of paper |
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The ammunition's loaded |
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And the troops are at the border |
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But I might be bluffing |
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And you might be faking |
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But we keep making war |
