| I lost my hand today, somewhere, in this glory fight
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| Can hear the sirene’s cry, horrified, look up to the sky
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| When will they stop to bomb this dirty field?
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| Here is nothing more left worth to destroy now!
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| May they imprison me, want to flee, out of here somehow
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| Who am I? |
| Is there a reason to live?
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| How can I find a way to forgive?
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| I dropped my uniform, somewhere, in this burning town
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| These days seem hopeless here, people die, falling one by one
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| What can I do to rescue some other lives,
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| while I’m missing the strength to protect my own one?
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| This is the irony, injury, out of here somehow
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| Who am I? |
| Is there a reason to live?
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| How can I find a way to forgive?
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| Calling out, calling out
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| I need an answer on that
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| Crying out, crying out
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| How can I ever forget?
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| Who am I? |
| Must be a reason to live!
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| How can I find a way to forgive? |