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Years... (my time has come to go...)
leaving tracks,
down the ground.
Loving all,
But there's no sound.
Even if we can't turn back,
You'll just keep fighting!
Until we help all....
And so years have past!
And there's no song.
And My years have past!
But there's no sense to be wrong.
My time has come... to go...
Keep your promise,
And Try to hide.
We'll hit you by force!
But Saddam will have to decide!
Cause we're suffering,
And we're dying!
All you need to do.
Is believe in me and you.
So what's there to do?
And so, years have past!
And there's no song.
And my years have past!
But there's no sense to be wrong.
My time has come... to go...
Away....
My life has its up and downs,
To care about our dreams.
And to face the violent crowds!!!!
Cause we gotta go.
And you'll never ever show...
And so the years have past!
And there's no song.
And so my years have passed!
But there's no sense to be wrong.
My time has come... to go...
Away...
We don't care!
Lets just be friends!
For the time will come in....
And we'll be aware!
Because of us you suffer.
To take care of us 'till the end...
And so the years have past!
And there's no song.
And so my years have passed!
But there's no sense to be wrong.
My time has come... to go...
Away...
And so the years have past!
And there's no song.
And so my years have passed!
But there's no sense to be wrong.
My time has come... to go...
Away....
This is Librasa (look me up), signing off my impressions of the war.
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