And I thought to close my mouth
With a padlock on the night
Leave the battlefield behind
Stay out the fight- not lose my sight.
Now I only want to be
With no pistol at my brain
But at times it gets so lonely
Could go insane, could lose my aim
Now I only want to live
With no teardrops in my eyes
But at times it feels like no chance
No clear blue skies, grey cloudy lies
No clear blue skies, grey cloudy lies
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