And you wash me through your hands,
Cause you know if I had the chance,
Holy man,
In a haunting land,
Battlefield A.D,
Finally.
We hold our heads in our hands,
Splintered youth the voice demands,
Holy man,
In a haunting land,
Battlefield A.D,
Finally.
What i said was theres nothing left for you,
Your only wasting away out here,
Without your hands not a laugh or a cheer,
In my bullet wound i swim my dear.
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