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The road is active still
And six of us made it up the hill
Guns firing lighting up the night
And none know the kill
My friend besides me cries and dies
I can not stop I must go on for the good of everyone
Sun and moon both understand the making of this man
Four more down I finally make it to the town to burn it down
I see the white from the gun and mind bright as the sun
Lying on the ground I watch as they burn the town
Seven up four more down and they drag me up the hill
Captain calls my name, I help lift the flag they are insane
The devil the only sinner in this game
Helicopter is taking me home
My friends left behind to roam this arid land
God shakes my hand, and says it is okay.
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