"Pieces of peace" genre: Rock
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	Lyrics The white dove with the olive branch didn’t make it past the American ranch Shot down by a brute in a plane, hopes and feathers are all that remain The thin man with freedom in his head; his stick’s broken, his ideals dead There was black, yellow, brown and white- all that’s left now, is blood in the night. All I can see, are pieces of peace Scattered around by war and disease So listen to me, hey brother Let’s put these pieces together, together-where they belong. I come from a land far away And I’ve felt the joys and pain of my people-just the way you have And today, I maybe somewhere else But I know we’re the same and I feel your pain- just the way you do too.

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