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Laying on the Ground

Joshua Finsel
Lingua: Inglese



Laying on the ground hands behind my head
All the golden grass is my bed
Fluffy clouds blow by
Chrystal blue the sky
I hope it is like this when I die

Swaying tops of trees all around the field
All I see right now is what's real
And all I feel inside
The beauty of being alive
I hope it is like this when I die

On the bank of a foreign shore
Flashes of my life before
The hand grenades and machine gun fire
And the speeches made by a CRAZY LIAR!!!

Laying on the ground hands along my sides
Blood is flowing out like high tide
Puffs of smoke blow by
Chrystal blue the sky
I didn't think it would be like this when I died


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