| A lot of memories fade away
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| But not those awful days
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| When you’re a man without grace
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| A soldier without a face
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| No one really knows the truth
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| About blood on glorious shoes
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| About a million killing hands
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| About lonely dying friends
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| And every night you hear them cry
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| And in your dreams you see them die
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| Up to this day you see their eyes open wide
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| Face to face with their death
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| And with only memories left
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| In those moments full of pain
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| Face to face with their death
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| And with only memories left
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| You feel like you’re goin' insane
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| Goin' insane
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| Your memories still exist
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| And the bad dreams still resist
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| No one can imagine this — you know
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| When their thoughts are as white as snow
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| But in a war all the snow is red
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| Red with blood of all the dead
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| Only one thought lets you live on
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| Through those days
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| Face to face with their death
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| And with only memories left
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| In those moments full of pain
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| Face to face with their death
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| And with only memories left
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| You feel like you’re goin' insane
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| Goin' insane
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| Your memories still exist
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| And the bad dreams still resist
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| Face to face with their death
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| And with only memories left
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| In those moments full of pain
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| Face to face with their death
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| And with only memories left
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| You feel like you’re goin' insane |