Seventeen

Sunburnt and empty handed
Got drafted at seventeen
Feels his soul is dirty
But his hands are still clean

Took away his true self
Turned him into a machine
Now a good boy following orders
And chains are all he sees

Life could have been so different,
If only he'd listened to me
I can still remember the taste of living free
No bullets no tears,
Ain't no king here but me

Drugged out and heavy-hearted
Feeling the weight of the years
Missing the pain and sound of thunder
Gets home and falls into slumber

The battles he fought never ended,
they just take place somewhere else
Lost friends to empty ideas
No one else believed in

Life could have been so different
If only he'd left at seventeen
I can still remember the taste of living free
The smell of gunpowder in the morning
Ain't no king here but me

I can still remember the taste of living free
The smell of gunpowder in the morning
Ain't no king here but me



Credits
Writer(s): Jorge Maury-verdugo Fernández, Pablo Del Castillo Jacinto Del Castillo, Rubén González De Chaves Real
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