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From A Soldier, to Bruno Mars

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NoOtherKing

Published: Mar 23, 2011

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Don't catch grenades. It's not romantic.

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I just realized how ridiculous the song Grenade is. Very catchy, singable, and I quite enjoy it, but blowing yourself up isn't very romantic. I have a feeling people that have used or been around grenades while they're being used might not appreciate the lyrics.

As always, does it tell a story, or is it just words? What are your thoughts/impressions?