All is fair in love and we're in love.
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Now that everybody's dead, we can finally talk.
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Can vanity and happiness coexist?
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All the lovers we've taken in direct view of the enemy.
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And we shift each other's body to accept the bullet
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And continue the pleasure; the treasures of battle.
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It's only for the wounded, the purple-hearted.
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Why must you try to ruin my peace of mind?
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And they were only words and i've never meant them
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I never loved you, even in my weakness.
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You were fuel for the fire, cannon fodder.
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When my grandpa drank, fell and broke his face in two;
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When the cops arrived, he exclaimed "i fought in world war ii"
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And then they carried him to a darkened hospital room
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And said "no modern person here remembers you,
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And we can't identify the enemy,
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And it could be you, so it'll cost you."
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"it already cost me my wife and my job, now what?"
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When my mom and i went to identify the body,
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And i wanted to see but she wouldn't let me.
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I had to wait for the military cemetary
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And when we got there, this is what she said to me:
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"love and war, in heaven and in hell,
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You get what you deserve-- you'd better spend it well.
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All is fair in love and war-- and love,
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A civil war like this, it always sells itself."
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Love And War (11/11/46)
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Rilo Kiley |