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Peace is on the way, |
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Peace is on the way. |
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By the sword they say. |
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After this, this last blow, last chop |
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Last drop |
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Peace is on the way |
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After this, this last scream, last shout, last trample of boot. |
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Just one more, one last rubble wreck where once were dreams housed, |
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Last plane, last flame, last sky. |
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Peace is on the way. |
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Just one more naked Vietnamese girl, |
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Be she Russian, Israeli, Palestinian or Great Great, Great, Really Great British. |
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Just one more placard wielding warrior and this last sword-slinging gunman. |
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Just one more song of machine-gun metal hurtling Death to outrun life |
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Just one more war, |
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Then we can have peace. |
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Then we can have peace. |
