In addiction
I lost a lot of old friends to recovery
I was stuck on the same
Principles
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They send our boys
To die like dogs
In the Arabian swelter
Picking out roadside bombs
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There is a sadness in my eyes
I need not explain
A lonesome whistle blows in the background
A midnight train
...
Oldies station plays a
Love song although I wasn't there when
Disco died
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All the pain
All the struggle
All the late nights
I stayed awake
...
Like weasels they snicker
In dark corners
They laugh at the idealists
The poets
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Red bull and pepperoni pizza
A smile
And I'm back
To thinking of you again
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These words mean nothing
The pain it grips
I just wanna feel something
So I let em rip
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