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World peace, world warLittle one, what are you dying for?Well, at least, you haveThe ambiguity of a metaphorThat we've heard, for we're taughtFor we've learned not to question a second thoughtBut I've had quite a lotThese days, yeahWhoa and whoa and whoa, oh, ohWhat in the hell is going on?And whoa and whoa and whoa, oh, ohThis is impossibleThere's a beautiful baby girl being bornWrong place, wrong timeWith a heart and a soul and a family tornAt the drop of a borderlineThere's a beautiful baby girl in a stormOf missiles and land minesAnd I don't know what to sayOh, whose god would want it this way?So, I call up a friendAnd we talk, talked about everythingFrom the end of the worldSongtexteTo the start and the in-betweenWell, I'm not a religious manBut I do think I understandThat peace wasn't justSome dead man's dream, yeahWhoa and whoa and whoa, oh, ohThis is impossibleThere's a beautiful baby girl being bornWrong place, wrong timeWith a heart and a soul and a family tornAt the drop of a borderlineThere's a beautiful baby girl in a stormOf missiles and land minesAnd I don't know what to sayOh, whose god would want it this way?Ever wonder if why you're aliveIs because you were born on the winning team?Ever looked at the TVAnd thought about how this is really happening?Ever said something stupidWith no idea how powerful those words would be?Oh, I don't know what to sayOh, whose god would want it this way? Aus Songtexte Mania