The weight of the world is on my shoulders
so now I say goodnight
to all of those who will grow much older
and put up a better fight.
Oh sad's a song that runs too long
in twisted, bitter symphony
and I, the wanderer sleep in peace
to my own thoughts, destroying me.
and I'm tempted to do the better deed
for god, for country but mostly, for me.
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