| If only the dead have seen the end of war
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| Then what the fuck are we fighting for?
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| We reap no glory or endure any real success
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| In deciding who gets to live and who begs for death
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| Who begs for death
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| I won’t go to my grave until a difference is made
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| My body will be your vessel. |
| Give me your pain
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| There will be no atoning for things we’ve done
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| Just living in the ashes of everything that can’t be undone
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| Nothing can be undone!
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| No one can take the one life you make
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| No one can take the one life you make
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| If only the dead have seen the end of war
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| Then what the fuck are we fighting for?
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| We reap no glory or endure any real success
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| In deciding who gets to live and who begs for death
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| Who begs for death
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| Our lives are waivered on a thin line
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| Of choice and luck and you
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| Live in a perpetual mindset
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| Of not giving a fuck
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| Everything we’ve shared and all the time wasted
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| Now is so bitter tasting
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| Everything we’ve shared and all the time wasted
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| Now is so bitter tasting
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| If only the dead have seen the end of war
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| Then what the fuck are we fighting for?
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| We reap no glory or endure any real success
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| In deciding who gets to live and who begs for death
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| Who begs for death |