Looking at the sun
from a barracks.
One among many
from the great country.
Sunday is leaving and I
I curse my luck,
well By chance here I am
dressed in green.
It was by draw, kid.
Without taking part.
Today I am the one who runs, cleans and sweeps.
In a barracks , in a barracks.
Serving those who chose to be here.
My metaleron dreams must be delayed.
I am forced to undergo military training,
and by singing I try to endure .
In a barracks, in a barracks.
It was by lottery and not by my own will,
that they shaved me and separated me from my peers.
Being a vigilante seems to be better .
Me singing, I try to hold on.
In a barracks, in a barracks.
It was by lottery and not by my own will,
that they shaved me and separated me from my pairs.
Being vigilant seems to be better.
I sing, I try to hold on.
In a barracks, in a barracks.

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