| I couldn’t catch my breath, layin there
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| Fading in and out, and I can remember Mother tellin me
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| «Home is where the heart is», but my heart has long been black
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| Comin to the end of my road, but I never wanted it like this, not like this
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| Lookin over where they lay my mother, and louder and louder I screamed her name
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| But she wouldn’t say anything
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| This way all too familiar, but I’ve never been on this side of things
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| Memories of my brothers racing through my mind
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| And soon I know we’ll all be together again
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| The sound of gunfire, so loud and rapid, but it seemed to be so quiet around me
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| And out of nowhere, I feel a peace cover me
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| I reach down to re-load my ticket home
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| The taste of cold steel on my lips, and a second later
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| Silence fills the January air
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| They carried us off, and laid us in the city, to let the public see of our
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| defeat
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| But we still live on, we live on
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| Years may pass, but the story will be told
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| Of Mother Maylene, and us, her Sons of Disaster |