| Even cold wars have their warmer days*
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| When everything stops and we sleep on it, it’s when
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| Cold enemies look like warmer friends
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| If they don’t, let’s pretend, hey we’ve all got some rules to bend
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| We all reach a point when we find a way
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| To sink into a place where we think the same, but then
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| Find a loose end and a new reason to blame
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| What we can’t contain, and the war carries on
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| Look out, look out man
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| When the cold’s rolling in
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| You look out and see the wreckage
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| Let the warm day begin
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| In automatic battle it feels cinematic
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| So dramatic that eventually you’re numb too
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| All the others that see another point of view
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| Not like you, you’re not like them- hey we’ve all got some rules to bend
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| It’s all coming down to the line in the sand
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| Where the people gather ‘round and decide where to stand
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| If the winds came in and blew away the lines
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| Just a bunch of people standing with nothing to divide
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| It sounds so easy but really there is no chance for
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| Breaking up the lines that decide what we stand for
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| So for now let’s find a little common ground
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| And make a warm day in a cold war |