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Are you ready to crawl |
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On bloody skinned knees |
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To the sound of bullets |
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And bombing in seas? |
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Are you ready to fall |
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From your safe perch up high |
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To the trenches below |
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Where you'll be asked to comply? |
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Are you ready to take it |
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Face down like a pig |
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Squealing in agony |
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While they ask you to sing? |
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Are you ready to hide |
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Everything you know |
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Every last emotion |
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Without letting it show? |
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Can you wake up |
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Just one more time? |
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Can you get up |
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Pretend you feel fine? |
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Best wishes |
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And warmest regards |
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Are you ready to color |
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All the pages with grey |
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Let all of the memories |
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Every last word go away? |
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Are you ready to scratch |
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At the scars not yet healed |
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At the feet of your enemy |
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Like grapes ripped from peels? |
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Are you ready to squander |
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The things you don't have |
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On the things you don't need |
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Without getting sad? |
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Are you ready to cut off |
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Every semblance of being |
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All of your senses including |
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Not knowing, not seeing? |
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Can you wake up |
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Just one more time? |
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Can you get up |
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Pretend you feel fine? |
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Can you wake up |
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Just one more time? |
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Can you get up |
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Pretend you feel fine? |
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Best wishes |
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And warmest regards |
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Are you ready to spread |
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All your dignity, all your hope |
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Open like legs and you're naked |
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On a strange unmade bed? |
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Are you prepared to surrender |
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The flag that is your own |
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And call whatever far away |
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Your last home? |
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Are you ready to have nothing? |
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Ready to be nothing? |
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Ready not to feel? |
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Ready to be over? |
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And it to not know |
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That the worst is real? |
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Can you wake up |
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Just one more time? |
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Can you get up |
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Pretend it's all fine? |
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Can you wake up |
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One more time? |
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You'll have to pretend |
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That it's all fine |
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My best wishes |
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My warmest regards |
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Yours truly, truly yours |
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Yours truly, truly yours |
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Best wishes, warmest regards |