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Read the paper, things look grim Watch the news, the outlook's dim It's clear to see that there is something wrong Could be that we don't change a lot But we should give it our best shot Our only weapon is a song Maybe we're being too naive But this is something we believe What's beyond belief is just how much is wrong Nothing is gained when people fight Maybe our heads aren't screwed on tight Our only weapon is a song We're not building bombs or storing ammunition We're just playing songs hoping people will listen Others try hate but hate won't move anything We're trying love and unity too We're not packing pistols, we're not waging war Most of our missiles have only four chords It's not a great plan but we like the agenda The arsenal's music and the army's our friend Could be our idea isn't great Maybe our heads aren't screwed on straight We might be wrong and maybe nothing's wrong And we might never win the war But we'll have fun and that's for sure Our only weapon is a song From Letras Mania