| You returned from the war
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| All freckles and fright
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| Said it’s calm before dawn
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| But you just screamed names in the night
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| And you are more a man than I could be
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| I can’t watch you pick away the seam
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| Now are you looking for God?
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| Or will you soldier on?
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| I watched you grip your claws
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| I heard the door slide along
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| Childhood of memory
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| You were always so brave
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| We were pinned back by enemies
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| But I, I knew I was safe
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| And you are more a man than I could be
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| But I can’t help you find what you can’t see
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| Now are you looking for God?
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| Or will you soldier on?
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| I watched you grip your claws
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| I hard the door slide along |