marched from a burning ship into a rained out parade. with a bottle and a bible the dregs are armed to the teeth.
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we traded distinction and praise for the tedious claim that we were wed in the trenches while college boys pine for loveless exchange.
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we carry the fragments from detonated eyes embedded under our bones.
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we've spilled blood for the sake of fitting skin to the frame but our moneys is no good here and our memorial has veered off the road.
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the locals will bury my wandering eyes at the docks of the potters field where the rifles of ranking men are equipped with 21 silencers.
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at 'em boys. give 'er the gun
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at 'em boys. give 'er the gun
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I'm the richest man in town.
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I'm the richest man in town.
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faith, stand down. five your wings to the boredom that resurrected my soul.
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crash the car. if the motor won't turn over, glory be to god.
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jumped from the disloyal waves back up to the bridge.
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renounced the warmth of the turbulent grave.
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I found blood on my lips from a covetous kiss and I hope that my home tips its glass to it.
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Leatherneck
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Every Time I Die |