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Friendly Fire

I took my arm i wore my shield Got Sown in the unknown field In the name of peace we stand Playing a role we do not understand Anthems of the flock ringing in my ears They all do not know but have been told Noise of agony filled my hearing Scenes of doom tore my being I see visions of my abandoned home O son will i ever see you grown? Pulled back for an instant.. Keep on marching before they get you whining Brothers in arms were we?! Friendly fire got me..

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