David Broza
one to three
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Donât want to preach to no one tonight
Just want to tell my tale
When the sun will rise tomorrow
It will shed a light on some facts from hell
Clouds are floating in the sky
Shift the mood so fast
Just like on the streets of Jerusalem
Where quietâs not meant to last
I going to find you tonight
Iâm going to count from one to three
I will feel the peace within me
With you right here next to me
I was born into this reality
I was brought up with a war
That doesnât mean I must accept it
Donât wanna fight no more
Young people from all over
Stray off and cross the lines
Itâs a dialogue that weâre seeking
And weâre running out of time