I see you've found a box of my things -
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Infantries, tanks and smoldering airplane wings.
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These old pictures are cool. Tell me some stories
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Was it like the old war movies?
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Sit down son. Let me fill you in
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Where to begin? Let's start with the end
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This black and white photo don't capture the skin
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From the flash of a gun to a soldier who's done
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Trust me grandson
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The war was in color
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From shipyard to sea, From factory to sky
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From rivet to rifle, from boot camp to battle cry
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I wore the mask up high on a daylight run
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That held my face in its clammy hand
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Crawled over coconut logs and corpses in the coral sand
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Where to begin? Let's start with the end
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This black and white photo don't capture the skin
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From the shock of a shell or the memory of smell
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If red is for Hell
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The war was in color
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I held the canvas bag over the railing
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The dead released, with the ship still sailing,
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Out of our hands and into the swallowing sea
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I felt the crossfire stitching up soldiers
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Into a blanket of dead, and as the night grows colder
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In a window back home, a Blue Star is traded for Gold.
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Where to begin? Let's start with the end
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This black and white photo don't capture the skin
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When metal is churned. And bodies are burned
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Victory earned
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The War was in color
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Now I lay in my grave at age 21
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Long before you were born
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Before I bore a son
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What good did it do?
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Well hopefully for you
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A world without war
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A life full of color
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Where to begin? Let's start with the end
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This black and white photo never captured my skin
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Once it was torn from an enemy thorn
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Straight through the core
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The war was in color
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The War Was In Color
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Carbon Leaf |