Stop the fight
They say they love you
arms open wide
Heart on the chest
and a smile in their heart
But when you turn round
change comes to play
The knife’s in your back
pistol in hand
CHORUS:
I’ve learned that life is too short
So be good, make right
Love all and stop the fight
When enemies fall, friends are found
Bonds are formed
and people unite
What is the point in loving your brother
with a knife in his back
and pistol in hand?
CHORUS
BRIDGE:
Don’t look me in the eye
then take away what means so much to me
It’s one pain, one hurt, one cry
CHORUS
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