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The Beloved

This Means War

 

This Means War

(álbum: Where It Is - 1987)


Just to say that we believed now we are forgetting
Your dismay won't be appeased
By more of this blood-letting at all
Just part of the rise and the fall
And we spend lots of time sitting round in circles concentrating
Down the line, homeward bound, you decide and I'll fill the date in

So how can you say that you don't miss me?
When all your dismay says, "Oh, could this be?"
Oh, but how can you say that you don't miss me?
When all your dismay says, "Oh, could this be war?"

Oh, you could hammer on the door to get back in
Until your fists are raw
Let this be one you will not win

So how can you say that you don't miss me?
When all your dismay says, "Oh, could this be?"
Oh, but how can you say that you don't miss me?
When all your dismay says, "Oh, could this be war?"
Oh, how can you say that you don't miss me?
When all your dismay says, "Oh, could this be war?"
Oh, how can you say that you don't miss me?
When all your dismay says, "Oh, could this be war?"
Could this be war?

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