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Sometimes we all war and cry
Sometimes we all kill and die
Sometimes we are running blind
Sometimes only pain we find
I see you climbing mountains high
I see you paint vanilla sky
I see them scream I see them cry
I hear the old souls asking why
With a little love, with a little pain
Gonna work it out, gonna try again
Breathing out a broken breath
Breathing up until the death
Breathing eyes they're shut but wide
Breathing on the other side
Teaching right is right to fight
You'll die tonight
With a little love, with a little pain
Gonna work it out, gonna try again
With a little heart, and a little soul
Gonna work it out, gonna try again
Mama had to say goodbye
Daddy's crying he never cries
Sister try to hold your face
Brother young the human race
Flying to a dangerous land
Remembering strength his fathers hand
Landing here to chance his fate
Arriving home it's golden gate
With a little love, with a little pain
Gonna work it out, gonna try again
With a little heart, and a little soul
Gonna work it out, gonna try again
Children dying for our war
Politician warm behind closed door
Blood red is the common law
Children crying how much more
Feelings move a deeper thought
Feelings are so so distraught
Feelings I see blood red sky
Feeings of just why oh why oh why
With a little love, with a little pain
Gonna work it out, gonna try again
With a little heart, and a little soul
Gonna work it out, gonna try again
Sometimes we all war and cry