| Behind a nation’s blind salute
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| Behind «my country 'tis of thee»
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| Behind the pain that won’t compute
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| Erase the memory of Shadowland
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| An open wound that never heals
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| A bone that never seems to set
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| A mind that thinks but never feels
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| The face we’ve never met from Shadowland
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| They tell us time and time again
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| They only want a few good men
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| They lead us through the lion’s den
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| To Shadowland
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| The world would just as soon forget
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| And watch the wreckage drift ashore
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| Ten years reduced to one regret
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| The baggage of war from Shadowland
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| Don’t ask us how our names were lost
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| Our nation did a sleight of hand
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| We never saw the line we crossed
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| That took us into Shadowland
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| They tell us time and time again
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| They only want a few good men
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| They lead us through the lion’s den
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| To Shadowland
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| The son will reap what fathers sow
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| But mothers have to hear the sound
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| Of the last breath of the boy next door
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| Whose life has ended
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| Shadowland, Shadowland, Shadowland |