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Here in the trenches the fist of the Beast For fear of an atmosphere poisened
deceased With a gas mask to keep me-from breathing my death It's American soil I
hope for at best But the duty I serve can't begin to compare To my ancestors battles
and wars throught the years Though the loneliness strikes like an enemy shell I pray
for my home but still sit here in hell
chorus: Sail away to a place that's unkown taken away from my friends and my home to
a place they call sacred a place I call hell I long for that corner I once knew so
well
Go to the grind it's all that I have Work on and on with nothing to show But a
graying face in this dying place Thats a lock in my solitude I think of a place on a
faraway coast Where friends are dear and there's reason to toast A cloudy dark images
of a Middle East land Comes down and wrecks my hopeful land
chorus:
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