| He never knew struggle
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| Never played by their rules
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| But the things which faded bound him
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| Worked to blacken and bruise him
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| Using all of his strength but still losing
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| A war in his head
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| He’s dying to catch his breath
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| Keep his head above water
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| And there is no falling back and he knows
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| That the war it ain’t over, over
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| Quietly killing him
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| Slowly wasting away
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| He’s dying to catch his breath all in vain
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| 'Cause the war it ain’t over
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| Eyes empty and hollow
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| With his back against the wall
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| But the memories won’t show mercy
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| They will blacken and bruise him
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| Using all of his strength but still losing
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| A war in his head
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| He’s dying to catch his breath
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| Keep his head above water
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| And there is no falling back and he knows
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| That the war it ain’t over, over
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| Quietly killing him
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| Slowly wasting away
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| He’s dying to catch his breath all in vain
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| 'Cause the war it ain’t over
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| It will blacken and bruise him
|
| Using all of his strength but still losing
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| A war in his head
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| He’s dying to catch his breath
|
| Keep his head above water
|
| And there is no falling back and he knows
|
| That the war it ain’t over, over
|
| Quietly killing him
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| Slowly wasting away
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| He’s dying to catch his breath all in vain
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| 'Cause the war it ain’t over |