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"He who forgets, will be destined to remember..."

I wrote her a letter yesterday; told her that I’m fine.
That I can’t wait to come on back and make up for lost time.
The same life I promised her before, I’m going to give her when I open that door.

They say I’m here to fight their cause, and that I could die trying.
I’d like to think their aim is true, but I think that they’re lying.
The same life I was living well before, I’m taking back soon as I open that door..

Lord will I live to see that day?
Deliver me a sign..
‘cause it is only a matter of time before I lose my mind
yeah I’m losing my mind.

The same life I was living well before, I’m taking back soon as I open that door
‘cause every day I wake up to this war
I load up my gun and I can’t tell you what for.

I wrote her a letter yesterday; told her that I’m fine.
I may not see her ever again, but I’m gonna die trying.
I’m gonna die trying.
I’m gonna die trying.. die trying.

These are lyrics by Ari Hest, from 'When and If'. This was posted at 11:27 AM on 19 July 2008 .
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