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I walk these streets with bloodied hands |
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Looking for the peace |
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I lost Buried in the sand, we live our lives |
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On front lines |
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We are all at war with time |
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It's what they say, |
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I wouldn't have it any other way |
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After the war |
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Nobody comes back the same, when all is said and done |
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Even though |
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I held no gun |
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After the war |
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Nobody feels the same |
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As long as night still follows day |
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True are the words all errant fathers say |
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To love is to lose, but |
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I still refuse to give up hope |
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It's what they say, |
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I wouldn't have it any other way |
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After the war |
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Nobody comes back the same, when all is said and done |
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Even though |
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I held no gun |
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After the war |
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Nobody feels the same |
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So join me in this pale moonlight |
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Swear that we won't lose the fight |
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Dig deeper into the sand, and always swim against the tide |
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We swear an oath to those who've died |
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We will never forget |
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It's what they say, |
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I wouldn't have it any other way |
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After the war |
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Nobody comes back the same, when all is said and done |
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Even though |
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I held no gun |
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After the war |
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Nobody feels the same. |
