| Mother, you saw my eyes
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| On the Fourth of July
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| Under a banner of Roman candles
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| Mother, war is kind
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| Like hell, but I am fine
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| Brother, have you gone west?
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| You followed through once yet?
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| You are still younger, how dare you forget
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| Brother, war is best
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| In the morning, when you’ve had rest
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| Like a lost dog between houses
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| In the unknown open country
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| You line up at dawn to see who’s missing
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| My age is a metaphor
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| That only speaks of everything before
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| Daughter, you wear my name
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| Those are my eyes, keep 'em raised
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| I may have scars but I give more than I take
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| Daughter, war is safe
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| Where you are far away
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| Now, lover, are you gone?
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| My heart has taken too much on
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| One octave lower than thunder, it drums
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| Lover, war is done
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| In more ways than just one
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| Like a lost dog between houses
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| In the unknown open country
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| Like an outlaw, now, standing at the foot of infinity
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| The sun is wild, and just in front of me |