| Distance is deafening and a dreamer can dream
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| But the privileged get a pass and kick the shit downstream
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| The sheltered have the shelter
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| Keeps em outta the rain
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| They don’t know shit about life
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| They don’t know fucking pain
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| Brother, do your hands shake?
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| Did you lose your train of thought?
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| Are you back in the brush and the hellfire?
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| Do you remember what you were taught?
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| Where’s the fucking honor?
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| Abandoning the ones who keep you safe
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| Broken bodies you can’t replace
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| We’re not worth our weight in shit
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| We’re not worth our weight in shit
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| We’re not worth our weight in shit
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| We’re not worth our weight in shit
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| But we know how to pile it up
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| Coffins of camouflage and sand
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| Take your boots off before, you get through the door
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| But the dirt still drags in deep
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| Deeper than ever before
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| Break your back for the princes
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| And bring the burden back home
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| The eyes of the child through a rifle’s scope
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| See you, and you alone
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| Could you have been the shoulder to cry on?
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| Could you wear the leather skin?
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| Could you have even been bothered, to let, a stranger in?
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| You don’t know fucking pain |