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Once I was a soldier

Once I was a soldier
Fighting for glory and I danced for gold
But time wasn\'t on my side
So I had to walk away

Now I am a scarface
Healing from wounds in the battlefield
But I don\'t regret any of it,
Though the guns are left behind



Once I saw you cryin
Puzzling tears that pieced together
They reached the end of my palm,
and they sought to wet my dream

Laying in the middle
Gazin sun from high above
And out of me came all these words
Yet my mouth was quiet still



And I\'m in this hole
Searchin for when i was born
Got the answers straight in my hand
but I don\'t know why




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Publicerad 2006-02-24 16:42



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