| Every life that’s thrown away
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| And every drop of blood
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| Spilled between opposing sides
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| And trampled in the mud
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| Innocence gets crushed beneath
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| The anger and desire
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| And everything that’s pure and good
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| Gets caught in the crossfire
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| Love has got to grow or die
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| Flowers on the battlefield
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| Can anything out there stay alive?
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| Flowers on the battlefield
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| Can love survive?
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| In wartime every color bleeds
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| There is no law but might
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| And shades of grey replace what once was
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| Seen as black or white
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| All that’s dear will disappear
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| And all that blossomed fade
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| The emptiness of hate will spread
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| Till nothing else remains
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| Love has got to grow or die
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| Flowers on the battlefield
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| Can anything out there stay alive?
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| Flowers on the battlefield
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| Can love survive?
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| Flowers on the battlefield
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| Can anything out there stay alive?
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| Flowers on the battlefield
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| Can love survive?
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| Flowers brave the bullets
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| That are pouring down like rain
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| Raining, raining, raining
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| Love’s just got to grow or die
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| Flowers on the battlefield
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| Can anything out there stay alive?
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| Flowers on the battlefield
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| Can love survive?
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| Flowers on the battlefield
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| Can anything out there stay alive?
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| Flowers on the battlefield
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| Can love survive?
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| Oh, can love survive?
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| Hey, can love survive?
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| Yeah, can love survive?
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| Flowers on the battefield |