| No peace, no love, no money, no
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| No chief belief, no feeling, no wonder
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| No room, no space to breathe in and out
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| No end, no new beginning, no wonder
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| When all you got left is a medal and a worn memory
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| Then the clarity comes and sediment settles and you fly fly away
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| And your wings are strong for all the right and the wrong you live to fight
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| another day
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| Come inside and dry your eyes
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| No lust, no trust, no ego, no
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| No greed, no need, no swindle, no losers
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| No sly, no lies, no deceit in truth
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| No trash for cash, no repeats, repeats
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| When all you got left is a medal and a worn memory
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| Then the clarity comes and sediment settles and you fly fly away
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| And your wings are strong for all the right and the wrong you live to fight
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| another day
|
| Come inside and dry your eyes
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| When all you got left is a medal and a worn memory
|
| Then the clarity comes and sediment settles and you fly fly away
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| And your wings are strong for all the right and the wrong you live to fight
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| another day
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| Come inside and dry your eyes
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| Come inside and dry your eyes |