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"There's a time I cried beady and took to much you But I'm a way you stand and interested in how not to feel The guns are hurting my dreams For you don't hardly see We may only show you some Watch your stupid guns you son When nothing matters anymore I not believe you enough to go to war When nothing matters anymore I not believe you enough to go to war There's a time I cried any man is better than none The time alone I spent and dreaded the day the battle is won The joy son and could be dead (The joy son could be dead) The stranger in my bed (The stranger in my bed) Meet me in a carefree half Swings me around the garden path When nothing matters anymore I not believe you enough to go to war When nothing matters anymore I'm not the girl you left to go to war I thought I knew the man you were Nightmares are the things you must have done when you could I been singing all you could say loving you anymore is gone I won't trust those arms to hold those hands to mould my soul I don't want him to rush at you So I don't want him to grow up like you I don't want him to rush at you So I don't want him to grow up like you "