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10 second haunting piano intro)
(1st verse acoustic guitar, cello)
That disapproving stare
Some might call it a glare
I call it the look
Before emotional warfare

(Chorus acoustic guitar)
What do you call a war
When only one side is aiming and firing
And the other is fighting to survive?
I call it pride, the good kind

(2nd chorus)
I’ve got a drawer full of knives
They cut deep like words
Through a well -done heart
I pulled one out one time
No, really
It was like a ballet without the grace
One grandiose soldier
One clumsy civilian
No winners, only fools

(2nd verse)

That cold refusal to even look my way
God himself would call it persecution
I call it perfect execution
Of a plan to finish me

(Chorus)
What do you call a war
When only one side is aiming and firing
And the other is fighting to survive?
I call it pride, the good kind

( 2nd chorus)
I’ve got a drawer full of knives
They cut deep like words
Through a well -done heart
I pulled one out one time
It was like a Shakespearean Dramedy
One weapon, two fools
Fencing in the kitchen
For some forgotten reason
No winners

Every time I see knives
I get a funny feeling in side
Mmmmmm
Mmmmmm

My knives make great metaphors
But now I use them for what they’re for
I don’t fight imaginary wars
(Piano fade out 20 seconds)

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