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I can't hold a glass of wine yet,But they think it's fun to have me hold a gun,Kill a man, and kill his son.Well, straight down in the yard whenUncle pulled his gun and Sent him off alone fighting blind in darkThe wheels just keep on turningThe men just keep on marching inI swear to god if you don't get that letterI will kill myself before they kill me on the lineIn the end the heart divinesIn the pictures, we'll resideWithout memories we all fade in time, in timeMother sweeps at night the porchSquints, hardly to discoverBaby coming home, but of courseShe doesn't to know how or when he will get thereSurely needing repairWorries to the bone, gets weakerAs the wheels just keep on turningThe men just keep on marching inI swear to god if you don't get that letterI will kill myself before they kill me on the lineLetras de cancionesIn the end the heart divinesIn the pictures, we'll resideWithout memories, we all fade in time, in timeMa'am we found his corpseWith sincere regretMa'am we found his corpseWith sincere regretIn the end the heart divinesIn the pictures, we'll resideWithout memories we all fade in timeWithout memories we all fade in time, in timeWithout memories we all fade in time, in timeWithout memories we all fade in time, in timeWithout memories we all fade in time, in time From Letras Mania