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.50 Cal
It wasn’t a choice that we would make again (War)
Somehow, it all felt right
Eyes held wide
Lights flash past
Rattled around inside
This death trap (It’s a bloody ambush)
Time bends
It slows
And so does
The sound
The time, it wasn’t right
Strange, this all feels wrong
In a way we felt better
Fear pushed us on
Ode to the .50 Cal
Ode to the .50
Ode to the .50 Cal
Ode to the .50
From the first moment that we met
Your weak eyes, they set you apart
Head first into battle
We’ll never make it home?
Scream as
Loud as
Fast as
We can
Eyes, they are blind
Hold them shut
There’s blood on the ground
And brass at my feet
From the sky and the sea
There are bodies all around
Ode to the .50 Cal
Ode to the .50
Ode to the .50 Cal
Ode to the .50
So darkness, it kills the sound
Left as bones, souls to roam
Bleached bright from the sun
We never made it home!

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