Ceasefire
its my turn,
its your turn
everyone
is on the run
"am the don".....
"am next to none"
the sun long gone...
the fun is hung
houses - they burn
families - they mourn
curfews - dusk till dawn,
gloomy on the "morn"
less ado 'bout the battles we've won
and the war cloths we've worn
let bygones be bygones
we really don't have to buy guns
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