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Sometimes gunfire's brighter than the sunshine |
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Sometimes a child's scream influences every dream |
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Sometimes we fool ourselves into thinkin' we've moved on |
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But no way, no how, do we ever forget what we've seen |
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No way, no how, do we ever forget what we've seen |
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No way, no how, do we ever forget what we've seen |
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No way, no how, do we ever forget what we've seen |
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No way, no how, do we ever forget what we've seen |
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It's now twenty-five years later, he's on the brink of fourty-three |
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Still searchin' for sanity, surveyin' the floor of his distorted sea |
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He remembers high-school friends jokin' about the war |
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Never knew what Mom was cryin' for |
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The other piece that shines in his mind |
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Is the divine first-love soul-mate beauty brown-eyed queen he left behind |
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He remembers holdin' her tight, watchin' the sunset at shore |
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Never knew what she was cryin' for |
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He got the letter in his mail by the middle of his summer |
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Wouldn't have had to go if it wasn't for his new born brother |
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He was barely eighteen, murdering people even younger |
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And he still ducks and covers every time he hears the thunder |
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He still hears the screams, smells the flesh, tastes the death |
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Sees the blood, feels the pain What's to gain? |
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Nothing's left but the slug that remains in his right path |
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The bullet laughs every time he cries, and it drives him mad |
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Trying to sleep, but the visions give him a cold sweat |
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The war's been over for two decades, but he still hasn't been home yet |
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Everyday he wakes and strains to repress his guilt |
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And forget the horror, the violence, the kill-or-be-killed |
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Fists are always clenched, teeth are always grindin' |
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Real life is lost, and in a bottle he tries to find it |
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"It's not fair", he mumbles through a nightmare |
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Only in the fight for two years, and wound up spendin' his whole life there |
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He was face to face with the devil for the "welfare" of his country |
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Now he's strainin' to live, but his conscience won't let him |
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It ain't flashbacks, you have to understand the tragedy, see |
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He left the war, but the war never left him, see |
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He left the war, but the war never left him, see |
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He left the war, but the war never left him, see |
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He left the war, but the war never left him, see |
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He left the war |
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It's now twenty-five years later, he's on the edge of a park bench |
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He's asked God for help, but found his source non-existent |
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He sits in the shadows, 'cause his sun burns no more |
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Now he knows what Mom was cryin' for |
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I used to watch old man in the park, the sight slowly drove right |
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Through my heart |
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Wishin' I could help, but not knowin' where to start |
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I'd walk away, curse the world, gush some love, and curse some more |
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Now you know who I've been cryin' for |
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He threw his medals in the river, but they sunk alone |
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Put shades on his eyes, to hide him from the war zone in the sky |
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He tried to slit his wrists about a month ago |
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But he's seen so much death, he's scared to life of suicide |
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If there was some way to break him out of this penitentiary |
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Gulps get bigger and figures it'll chase away his memories |
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But the dreams only worsen, the scenes almost burst in |
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He recalls how training took away his right to be a person |
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Put a gun in his hand, left him to die with the land |
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The plan was the murder of man |
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Politicians have a dispute, decide to send in troops |
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But the truth is, they just don't understand |
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Now he's runnin' out of time, and runnin' out of energy |
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But till the last day, he'll be fighting for the murder of his memories |
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And although he never got rid of his dog-tags |
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He still wishes they'd have sent his parents and american flag (instead of him) |
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He was face to face with the devil for the "welfare" of his country |
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Now he's strainin' to live, but his conscience won't let him |
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It ain't flashbacks, you have to understand the tragedy, see |
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He left the war, but the war never left him, see |
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He left the war, but the war never left him, see |
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He left the war, but the war never left him, see |
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He left the war, but the war never left him, see |
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He left the war |
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Sometimes gunfire's brighter than the sunshine |
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Sometimes a child's scream influences every dream |
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Sometimes we fool ourselves into thinkin' we've moved on |
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But no way, no how, do we ever forget what we've seen |
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No way, no how, do we ever forget what we've seen |
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No way, no how, do we ever forget what we've seen |
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No way, no how, do we ever forget what we've seen |
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No way, no how, do we ever forget what we've seen |
