No bombs, no guns, no more war, no genocide, no
Blue eyeshadow girls smoking in the bathroom
They're gonna meet out
Lady in Albania works for fifty cents a day
Like her
You know how to hold my hand
You know how to
He's got his finger on the trigger
It's not a gun,
Don't let it fade away
Be strong enough to tell me
Winters come and winters go
Still no sign from you
I put
A sleight of hand with fingers full of grace
Work the
I'm afraid of growing old
I'm afraid of staying young and
I'm so small
Do you think I matter at all?
When I
Sing me a song without any words
I'll pretend you wrote
We've got nothing but tomorrow to keep us from today
And
You like to eat your grits with butter, salt and
You had the prettiest blue-green eyes I'd ever seen
And I
Tossing and turning
All her thoughts are burning
She can't go to
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