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Oh my little girl, I write letters to you
I write letters to announce that I'm alive
Flowers bloom and blossom, on the mounds and hilltops
A reminisce of times that take me back in time
Oh my little girl won't you promise me to love me
Member all the days you had me living lovely splendid lives
Change my tone of voicing, I repeat the sounds that
I repeat the sounds that made me mad inside
No longer in cursive, decayed by the rhythm
Of mitraillettes; the sounds of Frenchmen when they die
Oh my little girl won't you promise me to love me
Member all the days you had me living lovely splendid lives
Oh my little girl I no longer feel inside me
Blue and black pills make me dandy, tune me to the radio chime
Underneath these shelters, lay the flesh-eating rats
Our companions who consume those that combat
Bombs, grenades and mortars blow me like I blow snow
Not quite the C-Type that you had in mind tonight
Blame me for coming home, blame me for dying abroad
Blame me for coming home, bomb me for coming once ah
Oh little child you heard the stories and saw pictures
Of the men and women lost to war crimes that we could've stopped
Change; it is almighty to lay claim, to all the people that decay
The loss of minds to war again
Blame me for coming home, blame me for dying abroad
Blame me for coming home, bomb me for coming once again
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Wake me up when my deathbed's all set
I write letters to announce that I'm alive
Flowers bloom and blossom, on the mounds and hilltops
A reminisce of times that take me back in time
Oh my little girl won't you promise me to love me
Member all the days you had me living lovely splendid lives
Change my tone of voicing, I repeat the sounds that
I repeat the sounds that made me mad inside
No longer in cursive, decayed by the rhythm
Of mitraillettes; the sounds of Frenchmen when they die
Oh my little girl won't you promise me to love me
Member all the days you had me living lovely splendid lives
Oh my little girl I no longer feel inside me
Blue and black pills make me dandy, tune me to the radio chime
Underneath these shelters, lay the flesh-eating rats
Our companions who consume those that combat
Bombs, grenades and mortars blow me like I blow snow
Not quite the C-Type that you had in mind tonight
Blame me for coming home, blame me for dying abroad
Blame me for coming home, bomb me for coming once ah
Oh little child you heard the stories and saw pictures
Of the men and women lost to war crimes that we could've stopped
Change; it is almighty to lay claim, to all the people that decay
The loss of minds to war again
Blame me for coming home, blame me for dying abroad
Blame me for coming home, bomb me for coming once again
Proofbullet proofbullet proofbullet proofbullet proofbullet proofbullet
Wake me up when my deathbed's all set
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Writer(s): Andres Echeverri
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