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Not Knowing what he had got into, only following the sheep |
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The message sent for his deployment at only twenty-three |
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Promised to be there for a short time |
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His mother looks at photos |
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Passed down from a family tradition; |
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Her head lies on her lap... |
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I'll never be sure exactly what it means |
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To serve and protect us from "enemies" |
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They make sure we're scared |
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To justify this ugly, bloody mess |
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It's less than your pride, it's suicide at best |
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The waiting fills her with delusion and memories gone by"How could I give life to my baby and then let him go die?" |
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But with this joke administration where no one is exempt |
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It's not your fault and never will be. |
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Don't hold love in contempt... |
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I feel like |
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I'm lost, drowning out at sea |
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Surrounded by space with no regard for sympathy |
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She sees the parade of victory and war that wasn't won"I'm not coming home." "He's my only son." |
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If an angel earns its wings every time somebody dies |
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Then todays the angels black out the blue sky |
