For the Love of Peace P.M. Dawn
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Frankly, what's to expect
The most that you want is that your brain cells flex
A quick trip starts with the questions and ode
And why is everybody in a riff raff mode
It builds and it builds to the point of combustion
My finger's in the hole to prevent an eruption
But it melts and the heartfelt deal is dealt
I'd kill myself, if I thought that it would help
But it wouldn't, well, I'd come back of course
You look at me now like I'm a fool with a cross
Jesus, help me, I'm obsessed with peace
So open all the eyes so the rest of them see
That peace of the mind has an intricate session
So never should you ever relax on the question
Of whether or not you're gonna crush that trait
I do it to defy the fate and recreate another scene
Never cross the lines but somewhere in between
A wind from the wing of the right trapeze
As to activate the trip before you count to 18 or 19
Or shake your tambourine
Peace, what I wouldn't do for you
But it's deja vu without an ounce of virtue
A man to man or three hate hexagram, damn
For the love of peace
The most that you want is that your brain cells flex
A quick trip starts with the questions and ode
And why is everybody in a riff raff mode
It builds and it builds to the point of combustion
My finger's in the hole to prevent an eruption
But it melts and the heartfelt deal is dealt
I'd kill myself, if I thought that it would help
But it wouldn't, well, I'd come back of course
You look at me now like I'm a fool with a cross
Jesus, help me, I'm obsessed with peace
So open all the eyes so the rest of them see
That peace of the mind has an intricate session
So never should you ever relax on the question
Of whether or not you're gonna crush that trait
I do it to defy the fate and recreate another scene
Never cross the lines but somewhere in between
A wind from the wing of the right trapeze
As to activate the trip before you count to 18 or 19
Or shake your tambourine
Peace, what I wouldn't do for you
But it's deja vu without an ounce of virtue
A man to man or three hate hexagram, damn
For the love of peace
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