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Tell Her


The howl of endless bullets in the dark It seems I am heading to the graveside And maybe if I don't return back Tell my mother that I have tried In the warzone am not alone I have to die and let live the rest Put some flowers on my stone And tell my wife I did my best I'm trying hard seeking my glory And if the results fall to zero I won't have time to say sorry Tell my daughter I was playing hero
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