| Blood runs like your makeup
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| In this slow-motion dream
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| Your blue jeans are torn
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| And there’s blood on the leaves
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| Seen you in my dreams
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| Of love and falling bombs
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| Young roses lie dead
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| When the napalm smell is gone
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| I’m sleepwalking through cities of fire
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| Bikini atoll, napalm honey
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| Never burned so bright
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| Exploding Roman candles tonight
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| Those tears remind me of nuclear rain
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| When the fireflies went to their grave
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| There’s blood on this sad girl’s white t-shirt
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| Coming home from war was never fun
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| I’m sleepwalking through cities of surf
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| Waves exploding on shore, no fair game
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| Fifteen tanned boys weeping in the sand
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| Pacific hell and bloodstained oceans
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| My sweetheart I never saw again
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| She went missing, she never came back
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| Bombs fell on palm trees and hot rod cars
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| Radios silenced by grieving boys
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| The palm trees burning down
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| And your kisses are wild
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| You smile at orange skies
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| And I wake up on the west side |