This is an instrumental
I'm a snow plow, I must now plow on
I'm a
I'm a snow plough, I must now plow on, I'm
I don't wanna grow anything in my heart
I don't want
You're watching people fighting
You're watching people losing on Armistice Day
Y
From the bar to the bedroom I'm swimming in the
Instrumental
I am gone, can't waste more time
I said, not quite
Must be time for a second chance
I can't escape this
In this city with no footpath there's a building with
Out where the river broke
The blood wood and the desert
The southern aurora was late again
As I waited at central
You say times are tough
We've got the best of both
You, the mothers who sent your sons
Wipe away your tears
For
You the mothers who sent your sons
Wipe away your tears
For
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