| Hey, I’m okay
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| Another day, another nightmare begins
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| And the sound that I hear
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| Is the relentless fire in my head
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| Shifting gear in the driver’s seat
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| As the finger of God signals me
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| And this concrete bloodline carries me
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| Never thought I’d bring the war back home
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| I’m a number, I’m a casualty of war
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| For a cause I never had the chance
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| Didn’t understand the score
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| They told me that I’d be okay
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| Assume civilian life, live day to day
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| But when I think about it my hands still shake
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| And I know what I am
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| Man Down!
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| I’m in overdrive, barely alive
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| As long as I keep moving, I’m all right
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| Was that a muzzle flash from my past
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| Or just my mind misfiring?
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| With one eye in the mirror I see
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| The «Cavalry of God» coming up on me
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| Bumper to bumper, traveling fast
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| Waving Satan over
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| I’m a number, I’m a casualty of war
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| For a cause I never had the chance
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| Didn’t understand the score
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| They told me that I’d be okay
|
| Assume civilian life, live day to day
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| But when I think about it my hands still shake
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| And I know what I am
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| Oh, I know what I am
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| Shifting gear in the driver’s seat
|
| As the finger of God signals me
|
| And this concrete bloodline carries me
|
| Never thought I’d bring the war back home
|
| I’m a number, I’m a casualty of war
|
| For a cause I never had the chance
|
| Didn’t understand the score
|
| They told me that I’d be okay
|
| Assume civilian life, live day to day
|
| But when I think about it my hands still shake
|
| And I know what I am
|
| Man Down!
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| I’m a number, I’m a casualty of war
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| For a cause I never had the chance
|
| Didn’t understand the score
|
| They told me that I’d be okay
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| Assume civilian life, live day to day
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| But when I think about it my hands still shake
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| And I know what I am
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| Man Down!
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| I’m a casualty of war
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| (Man Down!) |