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The morning mist is burning slow |
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Blood on sons and brothers gonna flow |
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Tomorrow will |
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I live, I just don't know |
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Morning comes we march again |
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Into the fields of the killing man |
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Don't know where |
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I'm going |
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Or just where |
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I been At times |
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I feel so alone |
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Hope to find my way back home |
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Mama I done asked the |
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Lord He told me, |
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Son, I just don't know... |
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Harvester of pain |
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I ain't the one to blame |
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Harvester of pain |
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Caught between the blue and the gray |
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Mama I done killed a man |
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Was told he wasn't part of the plan |
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Don't worry none |
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I be getting by best that |
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I can Every day's a living hell |
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The reapear be weaving his spell |
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Serageant take me aside |
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Tell me son, |
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Peace ain't what we're here to sell... |
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At times I feel so alone |
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Hope to find my way back home |
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Mama I done asked the |
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Lord He told me, |
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Son, I just don't know... |
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Harvester of pain |
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I ain't the one to blame |
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Harvester of pain |
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Caught between the blue and the gray |
