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Ex-Military
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We all die in our dreams betrayed
ouir eyes too glassed to count the ways
Not to sleep to be unclaimed
Exmilitary
When they came street by street to be weighed
Cried for every plea we could trade
Not to fight their crusade
Ex military
Lined up and chased into the sea
No face no claim only grief
Of the dead and the young
A sword a bed and a gun
Marched out we trace the curbs, concrete
To never trace the path of our feet
Left to stalk the streets
Exmilitary
A broken tongue, a land undone and unshamed
The coldest wind, a shock a wave
It drank all we could see
Ex military
Every tongue they keep
They all writhe cheek to cheek
Empty our pockets for their schemes
We all writhe cheek to cheek
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