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vietnam
mother, i didn't know where to start
the days were long the fight was tight
we sung them songs to save our souls
we spared some brothers to save our own
mother i promised i'd write
but god knows when this war'll end
if i should ever see your face again
for the road that lies ahead
lies as murky as the dark, dark fight
of the night,
of the night...
"i want more"
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