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Subb - Tzedakah lyrics
"The victim, the war, the blood on my door...no one wants that The guns, the bombs, this pitiful song The death, the stone, a cold empty home Sickness, disease, the broken families What would you do, if things turned out that way? What would you say if things would never change? So think of a way, we didn't have to stay the same How does it sound? It doesn't sound in sane A word, a sign, our own peace of mind...that's what we want No more disease, a hope for world peace A move, a dance, a new fucking chance A breath, a sigh, a blue fucking sky" |
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