Helicopter circles like the night
It's tricky but I'm making plans
One day a breeze will blow
And sway the trees above our heads
And the tall black bags on razor wire
Will be a memory for when I die
My last breath will find its way to you
It's getting hard to stay alive
The sirens in the distance
One day a breeze will blow
And sway the trees above our heads
And the tall black bags of razor wire
Will be a memory for when I die
My last breath will find its way to you
Blood so thick, the pavement's black
Knife by the heart, a surprise attack
He crawled to the shop, but as it turned out
No one helped, they threw him out
One day a breeze will blow
and sway the trees above our heads
And the tall black bags on razor wire
will be a memory for when I die
My last breath will find its way to you
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