| The morning mist is burning slow
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| Blood on sons and brothers gonna flow
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| Tomorrow will I live,
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| I just don’t know
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| Morning comes we march again
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| Into the fields of the killing man
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| Don’t know where I’m going
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| Or just where I been
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| At times I feel so alone
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| Hope to find my way back home
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| Mama I done asked the Lord
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| He told me, Son, I just don’t know…
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| Harvester of pain
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| I ain’t the one to blame
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| Harvester of pain
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| Caught between the blue and the gray
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| Mama I done killed a man
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| Was told he wasn’t part of the plan
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| Don’t worry none
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| I be getting by best that I can
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| Every day’s a living hell
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| The reapear be weaving his spell
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| Serageant take me aside
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| Tell me son, Peace ain’t what we’re here to sell…
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| At times I feel so alone
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| Hope to find my way back home
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| Mama I done asked the Lord
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| He told me, Son, I just don’t know…
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| Harvester of pain
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| I ain’t the one to blame
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| Harvester of pain
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| Caught between the blue and the gray |