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There is no dignity to death in battle; one simply becomes another casualty in a war that strips men of their identity and turns them into statistics. |
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I was the one you always dreamed of, |
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Every heart has a story, every glance tells |
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She loves to hear the sadness in my songs |
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To feel a beat or two from this heart |
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Razor split and tied with lies |
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So go ahead. Fall down. The world looks different from the ground. |
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Inside this fantasy |
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I keep looking down |
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In his mind he stood, |