Lletres: Catch 22. Alma Ata.

A man came by this evening
Dancing like a puppet on his strings
He spoke of engineering
It's obvious, he'd never built a thing

I had to smile and think a while
I finally shook my head and said
"Men like you can't build your peace"

Men like you can't build your peace
Men like you can't build your peace

His personality, while charming
Still betrayed an air of confidence
Inconsistent with
Criminal political dissent

I had to smile and think awhile
I finally shook my head and said
"Men like you can't fake your peace"

Men like you can't fake your peace
Men like you can't fake your peace

A man came by this evening
We spoke about my future in this place
He asked if the party
And the opposition could ever reconcile

I had to smile and think awhile
I finally shook my head and said
"Men like you can't make your peace"

Men like you can't make your peace
Men like you can't make your peace
Men like you can't make your peace
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