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From a wire on the road
To the lights in the sky
Must every song be a lullaby
Once I was free I was afraid to die
With no song for a sweet goodbye

Worship of the struggle
Between the heart and the mind
One side of the coin on the dead man's eyes
Sometimes thinking cruel let you know to be kind
But the wind has no rhyme

You can fight for a country but
Not to save your sons
Feign to remember the forgotten ones
On that silent morning there's a crack of a gun
Lest you hear the devil laugh that he's won



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Writer(s): Folk Herald
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