Besedila: Quiet Child. Gentle Minds.

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Take just what you need
There's one more
Young mouth to feed
Prayer making a mockery
Bushes and ragweed

Lonely people collide
Watching lives go by
And gentle mids
Just lose their sight
Goodbye, my heart, goodbye

So he turned them into stone
Bleeding over the microphone
War made him a millionaire
Peace makes him the main event

Blame came in from both sides
No one loves a suicide
Baby just lost the top spot
Still, at least he had a shot