As a child, I play in the sandbox
As a child, we could be friends
Now that we have grown older
That's come to a bitter end
Trucks and horses, replaced by guns
Ethnic hatred replaces the fun
We go on fighting and murdering brothers
But the greatest gift is love
Chorus:
An eye for an eye,
a tooth for a tooth, or a cup of tea for two
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth,
or a cup of tea for two
So again we relive the story
The same old story man after man
And we think we're just so wise
Then why can't we get back to the sand
And we search for more,
never finding much
Believe like a child believes in love
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