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Sanity is easy, relaxed, complacent |
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But the soldier shot twice quits keeping score |
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Child's eyes wild, innocent sight |
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Crushed and misgiven', presented for show |
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Tripped and betrayed, a fool for a play |
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A campfire raged as the shells hit the ground |
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Two fell as shots rang, three ran in line |
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Forever burned in the back of his mind |
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It's so easy for you all to put the low ones down |
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A quiet tongue don't mean they won't hear the sound |
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You got the devil's stare in a room of thorns |
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But they only prick when the heads are turned |
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I sing and I pray for fate to attain |
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And bring to my door a map and a clue |
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Of where you were, It's all sort of blurred |
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The day your heart gave up on you |
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You just see the ordinary, ain't got time to read |
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The news that's written underneath every article |
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Blind-sided by the weight of conscience in your head |
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Staring down the ones you meet because they try their best |
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The ink has dried, but you've skipped ahead |
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Is it all in your head cause you ain't got a heart? |