| Sitting, waiting in the falling rain.
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| Getting ready to begin again.
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| Wounded, lying, crying.
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| Bodies moving, dying.
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| All around there is the smell
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| of death and fire.
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| Here the planes are coming.
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| Hear the soldiers running.
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| Killing on a scale to comprehend.
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| Why are we here?
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| In this place… here to kill.
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| Please, God, forgive us for
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| what we have done.
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| I always thought I was doing right.
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| As of now, I’m not feeling so sure.
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| I’m at a place of where
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| I give no grace.
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| I’m a soldier of war.
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| I sit waiting for my darkest hour
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| to come.
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| I cannot think of all the things
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| that I have done.
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| It shouldn’t take a fool to see
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| that I believe.
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| Accept the consequence.
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| Repent for what I’ve done.
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| You tell me what is certain
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| but I’ll tell you what is true.
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| You tell me what is honesty
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| when all around is death
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| and cruelty.
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| The making of man is fire.
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| Not giving in to our desires.
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| Within the truth that lies
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| within the only thing.
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| Mother of Mercy.
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| Angel of death, desire.
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| Mother of Mercy
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| taking my last breath of fire.
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| Mother of Mercy.
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| Angel of pain.
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| Mother of Mercy
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| taking my last breath.
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| Some say you are a lost cause.
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| Some say you are a Saint.
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| Just being here’s an act of suffering and restraint.
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| Walk down the long dark road
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| to ruin, panic not.
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| I’ll die a lonely death, of that
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| I’m certain of.
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| Rivers flow with blood.
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| There’s nowhere left to hide.
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| It’s hard to comprehend
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| there’s anyone left alive.
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| Sick of all the killing
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| and the reek of death.
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| Will God tell me what religion is to man?
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| I don’t hold with bad religion,
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| understand what’s underneath it.
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| Now I come to think of it,
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| I just don’t hold at all, you know it.
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| You say you are a holy man
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| but what is it you do?
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| From where I stand is nothing
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| but a hollow man I see.
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| Mother of Mercy.
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| Angel of death, desire.
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| Mother of Mercy
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| taking my last breath of fire.
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| Mother of Mercy.
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| Angel of pain.
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| Mother of Mercy
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| taking my last breath.
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| I’m just a lonely soldier fighting
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| in a bloody hopeless war.
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| Don’t know what I’m fighting,
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| who it is, or what I’m fighting for.
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| Thought it was for money.
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| Make my fortune, now I’m not
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| so sure.
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| Seem to just have lost my way. |