| A wise man once said «Time is money»
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| So how much money did I lose to you, honey?
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| I find it kinda funny, you wanna keep this feud running
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| But I’m glad I’m on your mind
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| So keep that cannon fire coming, woo
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| Okay, right, let’s fight in the late night
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| For a while, go wild, this is juvenile as skate night
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| You don’t know how to play nice
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| My little Chiquita, señorita, Juanita
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| Apple of my eye
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| In the eye of the storm
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| Guns and bombs to keep us torn
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| Least your napalm will keep me warm
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| To your new boy let he be warned
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| You’re her new toy for blood and gore
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| (What, you didn’t know?)
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| So this is war!
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| Isn’t that what love is for?
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| Blood and gore
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| Is all I get for being yours
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| Two heathens ruled by demons
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| That sneak through the trenches in our hearts
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| Oh no, no, no, no
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| No surrender from the day we part
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| I’ll be damned if I can’t finish what I start
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| Oh, oh, oh, ow!
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| Oh, so you wanna go to war now
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| Gonna resume your tour now
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| Lusting for my heart and tear out some more now
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| Busting out the charts and oxen carts
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| The moment we start to fall apart to the core
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| Wow!
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| These guns are loud like thunderclouds
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| So I leave for underground to flee the sound
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| Of music, your music
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| Your music that you use as war music
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| Them idyllic days are over, I’m composing more music—
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| Than you, you choose: use it or lose it
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| Expression as a weapon, I do choose to abuse it
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| Check the presses on my record, feel where my grooves is
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| Talk about depression and chemical abuses
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| And nooses, feeling useless
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| Hey take this, you could use it
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| But you’d probably break it, cry 'bout how you’ll never make it
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| Goodness gracious, we’ve been waiting on your album for ages
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| No traces, and baby they already ran outta patience
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| What?
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| Juanita, we’re still waiting…
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| But that’s alright, that’s okay
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| You barely wrote 'em anyway
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| Half your songs got thrown away
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| Like ballots on voting day
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| Oh, my ballads got more to say
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| Like a bullet to a motorcade
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| Sit down with me and sign this armistice
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| Get your big proboscis outta my shit, miss
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| The litmus of our difference is you going hitless
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| While my record’s spinning like a discus
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| Throwing shitfits while I go the distance
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| Welcome to the new me
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| Paint your nails black and unscrew me
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| But that’s okay Juanita
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| Know my business is booming
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| Live vicariously through me
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| Just as embarrassing as it was
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| When you knew me
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| Slander, propaganda?
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| Groovy!
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| 'Cause this is war
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| Isn’t that what love is for
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| (You feel me?)
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| Blood and gore
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| Is all I get for being yours
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| Two heathens ruled by demons
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| That sneak through the trenches in our hearts
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| Oh no, no, no, no
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| No surrender from the day we part
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| I’ll be damned if I can’t finish what I start
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| (That's alright, that’s okay)
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| (That's alright, that’s okay)
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| (That's alright, that’s okay)
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| (That's alright, that’s okay)
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| (That's alright, that’s okay)
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| (That's alright, that’s okay)
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| (That's alright, that’s okay)
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| (That's alright, that’s okay)
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| You barely wrote em anyway
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| Oh
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| C’mon now
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| You barely wrote 'em
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| Barely wrote 'em anyway
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| That’s alright, that’s okay baby
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| This is what you wanted, right?
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| Sing
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| You barely wrote 'em anyway
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| That’s alright that’s okay
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| We’re coming for you
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| Juanita, Juanita, Juanita, Juanita, Juanita, Juanita, Juanita, Ahhhhhhhh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song War! , by - Zach Callison. Song from the album A Picture Perfect Hollywood Heartbreak, in the genre Альтернатива