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Lines were drawn, forces gathered All at the foot of our bed Planned attacks without retreats Spoke of war, rattled our swords Brought out the great big guns Halfway through a long campaign We got tired, of the bloody fun Roses given A truce was signed without a shot We drank to our new deal Felt so good about what we got We ended up oh lord half peeled Silence rules my day Give me some more of the same The prize is not so much in the goal .. no, no As the playing of the game Roses given Sure we bark and sometimes bite But we never use our teeth Ain
