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And on tides we can't be untouched by |
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Of troubles stay when lids lay over eyes |
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The frames and faces I've mistaken |
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For kids whose lives I may have taken |
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And if so, do I haunt their parents' dreams? |
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And in so, am I summarized by sounds |
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of young lung screams? |
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Their young one's screams |
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And of war bonds and blood stained hands |
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Combat neurosis shys from indica strands |
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And it breaks my mother's heart |
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to know I came back broken |
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With the thought of my arms spilt open |
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And if so, would I bring their parents' peace? |
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And if so, could I give back the sounds |
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of their children's screams? |
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Let go of what I've seen |
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And if so, do I haunt their parents' dreams? |
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And in so, am I summarized by sounds |
[03:39] |
of young lung screams? |
[03:46] |
Their young one's screams |