The Icicle Melts
The Cranberries
No Need to Argue
When, when will the icicle met the icicle icicle
And when, when will the picture show end
The picture show, picture show
I should not have read the paper today
Cause a child, child he was taken away, taken away
There’s a place for the baby that died
And there’s a time for the mother who cried
And she will hold him in her arms sometimes
‘Cause nine months is too long too long too long
How, how could you hurt a child
How could you hurt a child
Now does this make you satisfied satisfied satisfied
I don’t know what’s happening to people today
When a child child child child he was taken away, taken away
There’s a place for the baby that died
And there’s a time for the mother who cried
And she will hold him in her arms sometimes
‘Cause nine months is too long too long too long
There’s a place for the baby that died
And there’s a time for the mother who cried
And you will hold him in your arms sometimes
‘Cause nine months is too long too long too long
Too long
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