Behind a nation's blind salute
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Behind "my country `tis of thee"
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Behind the pain that won't compute
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Erase the memory of Shadowland.
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An open wound that never heals
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A bone that never seems to set
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A mind that thinks but never feels
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The face we've never met from Shadowland.
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They tell us time and time again
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They only want a few good men
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They lead us through the lion's den
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To Shadowland.
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The world would just as soon forget
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And watch the wreckage drift ashore
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Ten years reduced to one regret
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The baggage of war from Shadowland.
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Don't ask us how our names were lost
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Our nation did a sleight of hand
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We never saw the line we crossed
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That took us into Shadowland.
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They tell us time and time again
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They only want a few good men
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They lead us through the lion's den
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To Shadowland.
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The son will reap what fathers sow
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But mothers have to hear the sound
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Of the last breath of the boy next door
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Whose life has ended
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Shadowland, Shadowland, Shadowland.
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Shadowland
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| Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young |
