I walk the same streets I’ve walked a million times before
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But now it’s a new thing
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Having seen what I saw in the war
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I never thought I would live long enough to see her again
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It’s only her kiss
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Could erase how they killed my best friend
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The tree we climbed as kids
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The bombing for weeks on end
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The old swing-set where first kissed
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A river of bodies tells where we’ve been
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If I connect these worlds
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They’ll tear themselves apart
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And only just this girl
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Can save this blackened heart
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So I run up the stairs
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And open the door
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To forget more and more...
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The American Trilogy (Scene 2: Joe Returns From The Front)
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| Gruvis Malt |
