Night Letters by Propagandhi
Your world was blown right apart
On a night of sickening death
You went running for your life
And never went home again
I spend sleepless nights as my head
Swims, worrying about you
You work the night shift so you won't be alone
I am adept at cold, you have traveled so far from home and sorrow
Has followed every step of the way
You're caught between this life and the one left behind
I see it's burning you inside
Like some exploding sun
Your mind constantly returns
To a place that's not so fucking cold
But on fire with war
You're starting over from scratch
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