Marinated corps
Situated boards,
Ripping flags.
From forbidden port,
Screaming broads
Hired stress.
Coming form the blue,
Laying on the grass.
Falling from the grace.
Have you heard the voice?
Whispering come home........
Have you made the chose?
Thinking all alone.
Have you touched your girl?
Kissing her goodbye,
Mission coming home,
Have you taste the sky?
How dose it feels?
Looking for the thrills?
We don't have to kill,
Flying from the storm.
Measuring what's real?
You don't have to bleed,
Walking on the streets.
Have you ever cry,
When somebody die?
Have you fell in love?
Have you miss'd your girl?
Have she whispered,
shh....
Babe, let's go home
Going home?
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