| Do you remember the aeroplane
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| Circled overhead like all the vultures did?
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| When we were younger
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| Our bodies shook when we were under
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| The family tree
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| And do you remember when the news came
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| And all the looks that stayed the same
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| And the box of letters with broken hinges
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| Dirty medals, and bent syringes
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| And everything?
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| The martyr’s life is not the life you chose
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| Fortunate son, you have only one choice
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| Heart betrayed by the voices of the past
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| Forget but don’t forgive yourself
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| 'Cause you will never be resolved
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| With the passing of the fall
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| Snow will cover all the family fields
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| But gravestones, they remain
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| (Gravestones, they remain.)
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| Do you remember when you had no voice?
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| Your mother loved you with no more choice
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| 'Cause you couldn’t laugh, you couldn’t cry
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| You couldn’t love, you couldn’t die
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| For the God above
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| And do you recall the summer dance
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| When all those girls would hold your hand?
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| And the bomber jacket you couldn’t wear?
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| Your brother left you with little care
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| For anyone
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| The martyr’s life is not the life he chose
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| Fortunate son, trade your house for a gun
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| But the house holds the life your brother lost
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| Forget but don’t forgive yourself
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| 'Cause you will never be resolved
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| With the passing of the fall
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| Snow will cover all the family fields
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| But gravestones, they remain
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| (Gravestones, they remain.)
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| And that’s were your brother was laid
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| A hero, in the family grave
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| Your only burden is your shame
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| But know your sacrifice gave your son
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| The honor of a family name |