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i'll be comin home in the month of junei'm coming home in the month of junei've risen in the ranks, done good, no mistakesthe desert wind it breaks around my skin it snakeswont you pray for me not to change too muchafter what i've seen, after what i've clutchedthe bombs in the air, fly around as we starethe rockets red glare, mothers runnin scaredthe corpses prepared in their dark solitairemaybe soon i'll be goin therethey got a price on me i got a price on themwe got our lives to live, i'm not unlike himreaching out a soldiers hand, buried faces in the sandthrowin blood out on the land, playin loud the army bandwill you love me with my face blown awaywith my hollow eyes, my mind decayedi've made children run, with the bark of my gunheat pours from the sun, ain't no war ever been woni'll be comin home in the month of junei'm comin home in the month of june From Letras Mania