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That's him in the corner of social oblivion 
Encompassed by the sweet sense of freedom 
That only borders the aura of deep cerebral gouges 
Buried in each beat of the heart he was once proud to home 
If only his substance held a higher level of potence 
He might be able to drown the portion of his mind 
Which is trapped in the infinite hoard 
Of his 1972 through '74 tour through the flames of this hell 
Sometimes gunfire is brighter than the sunshine 
And sometimes a child's scream influences every dream 
Sometimes we fool ourselves into thinking we've moved on 
But no way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seen 
No way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seen 
No way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seen 
No way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seen 
No way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seen 
It's now twenty-five years later, he's on the brink of forty-three 
Still searching for sanity, surveying the floor of his distorted sea 
He rememebers high-school friends joking about the war 
Never knew what mom was crying for (Never knew what mom was crying for) 
The other piece that shines in his mind was a divine first love 
Sewn-made, beauty, brown-eyed queen he left behind 
He remembers holding her tight, watching the sunset at shore 
Never knew what she was crying for (Never knew what she was crying for) 
He got the letter in the mail by the middle of his summer 
Wouldn't have had to go if it wasn't for his newborn brother 
He was barely eighteen, murdering people even younger 
And he still ducks and covers every time he hears the thunder 
He still hears the screams, smells the flesh, tastes the death 
Sees the blood, feels the pain, what's to gain, nothing's left 
But the slug that remains in his right calf 
The bullet laughs every time he cries, and it drives him mad 
Trying to sleep, but the visions give him a cold sweat 
The war's been over for two decades, but he still hasn't been home yet 
And every day he waits and strains to supress his guilt 
And forget the horror and the violence; the "kill or be killed" 
Fists, they always clenched; teeth, they always grinding 
Real life is lost and in a bottle he tries to find it 
"It's not fair," he mumbles through a nightmare 
Only in a fight for two years and wound up spending his whole life there 
(Chorus) 
He was face to face with the devil for the welfare of his country 
Now he's straining to live but his conscience won't let him 
It ain't flashbacks, you have to understand the tragedy, see 
He left the war, but the war never left him, see 
He left the war, but the war never left him, see 
He left the war, but the war never left him, see 
He left the war, but the war never left him, see 
He left the war... 
It's now twenty-five years later, he's on the edge of a park bench 
He asked God for hope and found his source non-existant 
He sits in the shadows, because the sun burns no more 
Now he knows what mom was crying for (Now he knows what mom was crying for) 
I used to watch old man in the park 
The sights slowly drove fright through my heart 
Wishing I could help but not knowing where to start 
I'd walk away, curse the world, gush some love and curse some more 
Now you know who I've been crying for (Now you know who I've been crying 
For) 
He threw his medals in the river but they sunk alone 
Put shades on his eyes to hide it from the warzone in the sky 
He tried to slit his wrists about a month ago 
But he's seen so much death, he's scared to life of suicide 
If there was only some way he could escape this penitentiary 
Goals get bigger and figures it'll chase away his memory 
But the dreams only worsen, the scenes almost burst in 
He recalls how training took away his right to be a person 
Put a gun in his hand, left him to die for the land 
The plan was the murder of man (The plan was the murder of man) 
Politicians have a dispute to decide to send in troops 
But the truth is they just don't understand (They just don't understand) 
Now he's running out of time, and running out of energy 
But 'til the last day he will fight for the murder of his memories 
And although he never got rid of his dog-tags 
He still wishes they'd have sent his parents an American flag 
(Chorus) 
Sometimes gunfire is brighter than the sunshine 
And sometimes a child's scream influences every dream 
Sometimes we fool ourselves into thinking we've moved on 
But no way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seen 
No way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seen 
No way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seen 
No way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seen 
No way, nohow, do we ever forget what we've seen Additional info 
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