if you call me brother now,
forgive me for asking,
"Just according to whose plan?"
When everything turns to dust
I'll kill you if I have to,
I'll help you if I can.
When everything turns to dust
I'll help you if necessary,
I'll kill you if I can.
And mercy for our uniform,
man of peace or man of war,
the peacock spreads its fan
forgive me for asking,
"Just according to whose plan?"
When everything turns to dust
I'll kill you if I have to,
I'll help you if I can.
When everything turns to dust
I'll help you if necessary,
I'll kill you if I can.
And mercy for our uniform,
man of peace or man of war,
the peacock spreads its fan
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