| You see me now a veteran of a thousand psychic wars
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| I’ve been living on the edge so long, where the winds of limbo roar
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| And I’m young enough to look at, and far too old to see
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| All the scars are on the inside
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| I’m not sure that there’s anything left of me
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| Don’t let these shakes go on, it’s time we had a break from it
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| It’s time we had some leave
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| We’ve been living in the flames
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| We’ve been eating up our brains
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| Oh please, don’t let these shakes go on
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| You ask me why I’m weary, why I can’t speak to you
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| You blame me for my silence, say it’s time I changed and grew
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| But the war’s still going on, dear, and there’s nowhen that I know
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| And I can’t stand forever
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| I can’t say if we’re ever gonna be free
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| Don’t let these shakes go on, it’s time we had a break from it
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| It’s time we had some leave
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| We’ve been living in the flames
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| We’ve been eating up our brains
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| Oh please, don’t let these shakes go on
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| You see me now a veteran of a thousand psychic wars
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| My energy is spent at last, and my armor is destroyed
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| I have used up all my weapons, and I’m helpless and bereaved
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| Wounds are all I’m made of
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| Did I hear you say that this is victory?
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| Don’t let these shakes go on, it’s time we had a break from it
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| Send me to the rear
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| Where the tides of madness swell
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| And men sliding into hell
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| Oh please, don’t let these shakes go on |