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Head hanging in ignominy, shoulders slumped with tragedy A flagless patriot lacking color coated commodities And you talk about moral, like some ribbon lifts dead spirits It's time to change the course because the current lacks coherence I wish that I was home I wonder if she still loves me I'm starting to lose my soul I've been tumbled to my knees Magnify the temperament to peak all of the charts Water down the means until the sum of our parts Are scattered with the wind and squabble the importance Of decisions that make or break which are actually impotent I wish that I was home I wonder if she still loves me I am starting to lose my soul I've been tumbled to me knees I can't wait 'til it's done Nothing will stop our objective Peripherals showing innocence No sentiment to foreign losses A production of business; a growth of economy Giving birth to bitter enemies We should all be ashamed To be so proud of this end From Letras Mania