Words take shape like guns and blades
Our living room becomes a cage
And all the lust between us turns to rage
I don't care for sticks and stones
Coz brittle hearts can break like bone
And in the end no one takes the blame
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My beliefs and your beliefs
Are ticking bombs that hide beneath
The smiles that fade
For when we disagree
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We're all losing in this dirty little war