The Red Button
If only the red button
looked like a STOP sign
It's as if love and peace
crashed into a dead end
Hot or cold, the streets
are flooded with war
If only the red button
was the sign of YIELD
looked like a STOP sign
It's as if love and peace
crashed into a dead end
Hot or cold, the streets
are flooded with war
If only the red button
was the sign of YIELD
It's as if love and peace
crashed into a dead end
Hot or cold, the streets
are flooded with war
If only the red button
was the sign of YIELD
crashed into a dead end
Hot or cold, the streets
are flooded with war
If only the red button
was the sign of YIELD
Hot or cold, the streets
are flooded with war
If only the red button
was the sign of YIELD
are flooded with war
If only the red button
was the sign of YIELD
If only the red button
was the sign of YIELD
was the sign of YIELD
On all four corners ...
~
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