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Now Zad

Its called Now Zad Might as well be Stallingrad With the bombed out houses And the windows caved in All we do is sand bag all day And with this cease fire The taleban just stay away Why dont we just stay away The people have deserted Like rats from a sinking ship How i miss Scotland with its sweet fresh smell All i smell in Afghanistan in the rotten stench of hell

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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Book: Shattered Sighs