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I don't wanna go quietly
I don't wanna tread softly
I'm a dog with a scent
I saw the stare head
Faces of the crowd
I did not see the event

Sincerity and subtlety
Will I miss my son
Comrade spill my blood
Comrade spill my blood
We fight a war that can be won

Soul, lives on, silence
Soul, lives on, silence

I don't wanna tread quietly
I don't wanna tread softly
I'm a dog with a scent
I saw the stare head
Faces of the crowd
I did not see the event

Sincerity and subtlety
Will I miss my son
Comrade spill my blood
Comrade spill my blood
We fight a war that could be won

Soul, lives on, silence
Now soul, lives on, silence

Soul, lives on, silence
Now soul, lives on, silence
Now soul, lives on, silence
Now soul, lives on, silence

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