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And I how Franklin felt in '42
The war's new but I'm tired of fighting
Bloody boys sobbing fears all somehow died men
then, so wrong yet somehow inviting

Like a dream in slow motion
The smell of spreads across the ocean
Despite the masses hate the notion
every purpose toward war

And the start falling
fists of rage hurled
Searching for
In such a crazy
And it's

I guess I thought when we got in our boats and sailed
We wouldn't be here today, we left behind all fighting
In a place where they're still debating feudal
And boundary and ancient agreements

But I that I'm only dreaming
Any day I could up screaming
Taking orders in a far away
Marching 'round a gun in my hand

And the bombs falling
As the trigger fingers
Searching for
In such a world
And crazy
It's such a world
It's

Little boys go on for peace
Little go marching on for peace
Little boys go on for peace
boys go marching on for peace
Little boys go on for peace

(Little go)
The bombs falling
(Marching on for peace)
As the trigger fingers
for sanity
In a crazy world
And crazy
It's a crazy world
Such a crazy