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Never Home
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Holidays Can you hear me, darling let me tell you,
Of the blood and quiet death I see,
Oh the fire rages inside of me,
But I go on,
As my duty,
To fire the bullets into their skulls,
To know the wounds that can’t be seen,
Poisons and quiet death I see.
But even though I return home,
That is not where I am.
