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 Winter
 
 The yellow sun
  it took the hand
 Of a  boy
  a city in a far-off land
 
 We made  mark
 No  at all
 On the ancient, holy 
  I learned to crawl
 
  broken and the bruised
 The  and the used
  sure and confused
 All here
 
 Words will  land on me
 Then abandon me
 Mangle, untangle me
 Leave me  the floor
 Rhymes, they sprang  me
 Summer  in me
 But summer  in me no more
 
 Now I'm twenty-five
 And  to stay alive
 In a corner  the world
 With no clear  to fight
 
 It's hot as 
  like butter on toast
 But there's no army in  world
 That can fight a 
 
  broken and the bruised
 The young  the used
 The  and confused
 All here
 
 Words will then land on 
 Then abandon me
 Leave me stranded
 In guard of the 
  began in me
 Summer sang in 
 But summer sings in me no 
 
 Listening to  cries
 The strangers
  silence of the foreign grave
 Listening to the 
 The  is strange
 Stretched over everyone
 Listening to  tales
 The child sings
 That goes for  and days
 Listening  the calls
 Shouts, frustration
 
 At twenty-one
 I was born  son
 And  that day I knew
 I could kill
 
 To  the ones
  put bullets in guns
  anything it takes
 To  a life until it's still