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Under the Wire
When staying alive became a game of hide-and-be-sought And getting caught was all we thought about, Not only awake and asleep but caged in our dreams,
We knew our time had reached its climax, That our life was primed to cross to the other side. That's when fright and I climbed under the barbed wire,
Escaped into the safety of dying's comforting silence, Provided by those biting, white-hot machine-gun bullets, And denied our enemy any more control over our soul.
02/09/12 - (1)
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