You had a cold
I had the runs
and we loaded up on painkillers
and packed a bag
Our toes to the line
The countdown and the gun
With so little in the tank
At least we have the sun
Is the end in sight?
Can you see a light?
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know which way to go
but going seems alright
First few miles we laugh
What the hell did we think
Then slowly turning silent
Reality starts to sink
We pass the soldiers
They're loaded down
The weight of making heads or tails
of those put in the ground

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