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Friendly Fires Hurting

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hurtin' Gotta let this go Got to field tomorrow On my own Your touch keeps on hurtin' Gotta let this go Gotta field tomorrow On my own Your touch keeps on hurtin' Hurting

Are you blind Blind to me trying to be kind Volunteering for your firing line Waiting for one precious sign The flicker of a smile You should try

fire, they're blowin' up cars Creatures on the streets, and razor blades in candy bars Fuck dammit, another Halloween People on Military know what this means Houses on fire

the world has come to an end I look for miles but not a face is friendly Then suddenly a hole opens up in the ground The bottom of the hole is a raging fire

Are you blind? Blind to me trying to be kind Volunteering for your firing line Waiting for one precious sign The flicker of a smile You should try it

imaginable Life and all that surrounds it and in this corner Weighing in at well, not really very much of anything A very sound and user friendly idea

the king's men Push on, plod on these legs Like pistons pumping forward motion Convalescent men in uniform We have fallen to friendly fire Shrapnel

come on man, can't we call a truce can we do somethin about it before people end up crying and shoutin and poutin man, come on man, that would really hurt our friendly