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Verse 1

Kids are playing, no trouble in their mind,

Life hasn't spent yet,

Peace is by their side,

They have to come back to their classroom,

They are all quiet

Break

Baby, it's up to you, and it's up to me,

We get to share any time

Before there's the barrel of a gun

Pointed at you or I

Chorus

Hundreds and hundreds loves were born,

Maybe at the same time as the slaughter,

Each father, and each mother,

All our minds are torn,

Baby, I'm gonna ask you,

What can we do?

What can we do in that fuckin' life?

Verse 2

The world was theirs,

No one's allowed to forget their faces,

Every name,

Life's so short in the end,

Every minute counts

Break

Chorus

Break

Chorus