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This is war, A cryptic whirlpool of souls and hurt In which we have no friend but earth. Earth! Earth! Earth!
For we were trapped in the faceless conformity, of a place that we are foreign to. The feeling of being lost overwhelms us, as though we may never be found.
“Give me five good reasons,” said my father. “Give me five good reasons to negotiate.” I said: “Nicholas and Thomas, Mickey and Morgan and Andres.”  
“Give me five good reasons,” said my father. “Give me five good reasons to negotiate.” I said: “Nicholas and Thomas, Mickey and Morgan and Andres.”  
I heard the public service announcement, I was warned...Don't leave the harbor they said, and through the stormI went, sailing into a dismal relationship,I sent, my true loved ones goodbyes...
Dear Military Man, Handsome and strong. Your life is an adventure, on which I get to tag along, No it isn't easy and yes it hurts, Giving you up for the good of the county's worth.
He turned around and his smile was pain He was strapping in his army clothes, But I was scared of what was leaving And what would never be the same  
While the whole world remains silent, an ageless man plays proudly. Mourning souls gather together, when seven load their rifles.  
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