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Extreme Iii Sides To Every Story

now that you've made your bed An arrow that once pierced my heart Points to the apple on your head Three sides to Every story Yours, mine and Monday

become afraid And whose footsteps will I follow into Daddy please Don't run away Our father Far father Our father Far farther away Oh daddy, please I pray every

Wars and rumors Of wars no one knows what for Toys and soldiers Deployed on some foreign shore Lords and rulers Destroy diplomatic rapport Communists

One day We'll find the time To spend, together Until then My love If I had one wish It wouldn't be hard to choose Seven Sundays in a row 'Cause that'

I`m tired of being me, and don`t like what I see, I`m not who I appear to be So I start off every day, down on my knees I will pray, for a change in

All the world's a masquerade made up of fools And philosophers Were it to rain on our charade, washes away Except for true colors If any people bothered

Think the world Can be Black, White, and Jew? Peacemaker die I'm Mister 'Righteous One' You say you have this plan If we kind of understand Peacemaker

: Wars 'n rumors Of wars, no one knows what for Toys and soldiers Deployed, on some foreign shore Lords and rulers Destroy, diplomatic rapport Communists

now that you've made your bed An arrow that once pierced your heart Points to the apple on your head Three sides to every story Yours, mine And, Monday