Between the war and a rockets flying
You found the crib that saves me
And teach me wrong and right
Then the world was talking
It never got it's chance to say
When there's too much talking
Nobody hears the words you say
These blind communications
Only last throughout the year
And half of what we're saying
For a million hearts and fools
To a land of a million fools
Then hate the ones you lose
Never get the chance to say
Would be the chance to even play
I've been burning bridges
And now I'm begging at your door
'cause it's a chance for me to pay
When you believe the words I say
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