there''''s a rip in my
heart a hole in my head
a knife in my back
i think i''''m better off
dead there is happyness
truths in your
eyes yet none of this matters
when i look into your eyes
i know i''''m wasting my time
hoping things will change
but when hell freezes over
the plants rearrange
when
war brings peace when we talk to the dead
and people start to
care then something could be said
there are unkept promises
that for shadow tears
lies on your breath
as there will be for years
what the fuck contains
the key to your heart
cuz those that care
got torn apart
when war brings peace
when we talk to the dead
and people go crazy
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