| The shrapnel has landed piercing the span of your senses
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| High desperation I march on to mount my offenses
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| Left for dead as I walk on defenseless
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| War is a romance
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| Love is the same
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| Take the advice you were given
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| Run senseless into the flames
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| This ruthless abandon
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| Kill me now I am loveless
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| The shame from this famine
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| Bruises me raw with the boneless and the damned
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| But no man is entitled to the blood of the living or the dead
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| War is a romance
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| Love is the same
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| Take the advice you’ve been given
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| Run senseless into the flames
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| Of birth, and death
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| Abundant offenses attack but we haven’t defeated them yet, No
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| Haven isn’t warm but it’s a place to rest
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| But we had nothing and no way to get there
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| It isn’t any warmer in the shadows of death
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| But I have returned here from beyond
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| War is a romance
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| Love is the same
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| Take the advice you were given
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| And run senseless into the flames
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| Of your birth, and death
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| Abundant offenses attack but we haven’t defeated them yet, No
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| Haven’t defeated them yet, No |