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Behind a nation's blind salute |
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Behind "my country `tis of thee" |
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Behind the pain that won't compute |
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Erase the memory of |
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Shadowland. |
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An open wound that never heals |
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A bone that never seems to set |
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A mind that thinks but never feels |
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The face we've never met from |
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Shadowland. |
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They tell us time and time again |
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They only want a few good men |
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They lead us through the lion's den |
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To Shadowland. |
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The world would just as soon forget |
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And watch the wreckage drift ashore |
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Ten years reduced to one regret |
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The baggage of war from |
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Shadowland. |
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Don't ask us how our names were lost |
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Our nation did a sleight of hand |
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We never saw the line we crossed |
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That took us into |
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Shadowland. |
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They tell us time and time again |
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They only want a few good men |
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They lead us through the lion's den |
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To Shadowland. |
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The son will reap what fathers sow |
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But mothers have to hear the sound |
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Of the last breath of the boy next door |
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Whose life has ended |
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Shadowland, |
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Shadowland, |
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Shadowland. |
