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Who dropped the love bomb?   Yes, I confessit was I-       Who let it fall from the sky. I flew over the battle-    In my stealth peace jet-And I dropped the love bomb
  I am tired I am tired of the violence The war and hostilities Fighting on the streets
This war we're fighting is more important than we know, It more than simply being 'rebels' or 'feeling the flow' It's about making a world filled with hope. It's more than words on page, Than going through a phase,
Love. Thats it. The answer, the way. If only everyone thought that today. If only love was at the frontlines of war, There would be peace, and violence no more. If only love was the greater message.
cigarettes hanging from empty hands are shaking and my corpse is God. the raindrops sound like the bombsthat ring in our ears and tear us apart.  those ruins and picture framescoated with ash 
Why should I compromise & succumb to those eyes
Bring me in from the cold boys Bring me in from the cold I won't cry out, I won't complain Don't leave me here in the mud and rain Bring me in from the cold
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