I get up this morning, looking out the window
There I see the rain, it is coming down harder and faster
Like flaming arrows and balls of fire knowing
I have to go out there and try to win the battle for the day
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He told me what happened when he was in the desert
He told me that he watched a little boy run in front of a tank
That little boy... I have a little boy...
His mother ran to save him, but it was too late.
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I am but a rope in this game of tug of war
being yanked forcefully back and forth
my feelings don't pertain to both of you in your heads
yet it's me you fight over
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