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Now I'm home but I don't care |
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Cause my mind is still over there |
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Re-enacting scenes of horror and death. |
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And this blind, bleak despair |
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Like I'm running out of air |
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Growing heavier with every breath. |
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When at last I thought I'd escaped from the nightmare |
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It seems I just can't purge my thoughts of those who fell |
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Giving their lives to advance the plans of a war contractor |
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Sometime I wish that I had died there... |
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(chorus) I can see but I just don't care |
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Eyes glazed over in the thousand yard stare. |
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If I could speak for those who speak no more |
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I couldn't tell you what they gave their lives for. |
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Was it freedom? Democracy? |
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Was it misguided policy, |
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Lashing out in blind irrational fear |
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Till we can't see our enemies |
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From the innocent casualties |
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In the crosshairs of a war profiteer |
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(chorus) |
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I can see miles from here. |
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I can see all the pain and the despair of arbitrary war. |
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I can see, I can hear, but I'm miles away from here |
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There's no coming up for air from the thousand yard stare |
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And this desperation feels like I'm running out of air |
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And my countenance is frozen in the thousand yard stare |