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War At Home
A fallen brother,
He's a
A fallen husband,
He's about to be woken in his hospital bed
Doesn't want to rest
Just wants to run
And he's tired of being told that he's the lucky one
A caped crusader,
She's a
Newborn leader, but
You should see her when her daughter's on the phone
And she wipes the tears away
And she laces up because there's still hell to pay
And it sure feels like hell today
Today
And she says,
You see these hands?
They're bruised and brown
They're yours alone
Hold on love
We're still going down
Hold on love
We're still fighting at home
The war at home
Innocence behind his broken expression
He's a child of mercy
He's an unlearned lesson
And he's trying to wake up
From this wilderness his world has now become
He's reaching out to those he's running from
And he says
You see these hands?
They're bruised and brown
They're yours alone
Hold on now
We're still going down
Hold on now
We're still fighting
And it's
One step forward, two steps back
This is all who are marching
One step forward, two steps back
This is young at home
One step forward, two steps back
Through the void of the silence
You are not alone
You see these hands?
They're millions strong
They are yours now
Hold on now
We're all going down
Hold on now
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Hold on now
We're all going down
Hold on now
They are yours now
They're millions strong
You see these hands?
You are not alone
Through the void of the silence
One step forward, two steps back
This is young at home
One step forward, two steps back
This is all who are marching
One step forward, two steps back
And it's
We're still fighting
Hold on now
We're still going down
Hold on now
They're yours alone
They're bruised and brown
You see these hands?
And he says
He's reaching out to those he's running from
From this wilderness his world has now become
And he's trying to wake up
He's an unlearned lesson
He's a child of mercy
Innocence behind his broken expression
The war at home
We're still fighting at home
Hold on love
We're still going down
Hold on love
They're yours alone
They're bruised and brown
You see these hands?
And she says,
Today
And it sure feels like hell today
And she laces up because there's still hell to pay
And she wipes the tears away
You should see her when her daughter's on the phone
Newborn leader, but
She's a
A caped crusader,
And he's tired of being told that he's the lucky one
Just wants to run
Doesn't want to rest
He's about to be woken in his hospital bed
A fallen husband,
He's a
A fallen brother,
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