I thought they'd passed right through me
That I had no scars to hideBut now I open up and try to loveAnd I find they're still inside
I used to run those battle lines trying to plead and to implorePlease won't you hold the cease fire out a little longerUntil the next uproar
I took it all in childhoodBut I can't take it no more'Cause I caught too much crossfireIn your covert war.
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