| There the soldiers, in the sunlight
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| Kill the center of a man in endless suicide
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| By the night light, in foreing sky
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| Is a holstered, bridled child spinning 'round the flame?
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| Each is loved now or remembered
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| By the mask they wore years before the future
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| And the horse falls in the smoke filled riot
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| The center of a child grows in new disguise
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| Where are the songs from the sane minds?
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| And where are words from the sound mouths?
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| I can’t understand how they silence the voices
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| It’s a new day, in the old life
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| He looks healthy with a tan on the white sheath
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| Across the table, where the blood dries
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| Where infinity will greet these earthly confines
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| That say no
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| That say no
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| It’s a new day, in the old life
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| In the silence of the absence
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| Where are the songs from the same minds?
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| And where are words from the sound mouths?
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| I can’t understand how they silence the voices
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| That say no
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| I can’t understand how they silence the voices |