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We've got no lines on our faces,
With eyes so wide, to new places,

We've got no lines on our faces,
With eyes so wide, to new places,
Stood side by side, reaching up,
At just five, we feel so old

I run around with sticks and stones
With hands drawn like a real gun
I've got scabs and broken bones
I know how to have real fun.

And it's that time of the day
All my friends shoot and I run away
And it's that time of the day
War time is over now we can play

We run around with sticks and stones
With hands drawn like real guns
We may have scabs and broken bones...

But we've got no lines on our faces,
With eyes so wide, to new places,
Stood side by side, reaching up,
At just five, we feel so old


No lines, faces
No lines, faces

We run around with sticks and stones
With hands drawn like real guns
We may have scabs and broken bones...

We've got no lines on our faces

But we've got no lines on our faces,
With eyes so wide, to new places,
Stood side by side, reaching up,
At just five, we feel so old

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