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We were all crazy back then in those troubled times

When the sounds of the drums of war were beating

Riding hard winds blowing across our nation’s bow

The lottery calling our names like death warrants

Signed, sealed and delivered by disturbed leaders

Fighting for our freedom they proudly proclaimed

Like some poor Asian guy was a real threat to us,

Or maybe another confused young man just like me.