We're making war,

Lover.

We are not getting on.

I will not change to keep the peace;

You won't admit you're wrong.

I’ve got a bellyful of grudges and I will not let them out.

The wreckage of your previous life

You will not sort it out.

The dirt we keep on raking,

The giving up, the taking.

And we keep on making war, darling.

The stand off is coming.

The wounds should heal without a scar,

But the stitches keep on breaking,

And you keep on phoning,

And I keep on moaning,

And we keep on making war.

War, sweetheart,

Destroying our best laid plans;

I will not explain myself and you refuse to understand;

Our friends all become traitors as we wave our piece of paper;

The ammunition's loaded,

And the troops are at the border,

But I might be bluffing,

And you might be faking,

But we keep on making

War.

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