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Perhaps 11-20
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2003 I pull my hair back for war
Glove my hands just in case
Put on a mask to save my eyes
And running shoes perhaps
I pull my sword out of the sheath
Swing it towards every fear of mine
Wipe a tear from my eye, as I see death
And try to save you perhaps
I pull the flag out of my pocket
Unshield myself to show defeat
Leave my armor lying on the ground
And surrender perhaps
You pull me back towards you
Decide your last action in a moment
Slice my stomach into two treachorous pieces
And cover me up perhaps
