When I was born I lost When I was freed I fought Now that Im loved Im caught Between the rest and this tragic mess An invited guest Torn, broken and frayed Oh dont we face War, sunshine and grace Oh wont you stay For a while We can fail in style I can hold your smile For a while What was once new now gone What was once praised now wrong As they go, we can say we know But what do we know But warm sunshine and graves Dont we see Whats bitter to taste Torn, broken and frayed Dont we face War, sunshine and graves Wont you stay cause I wont tell I wont tell a soul That Im mad as hell Torn, broken and frayed Im torn, broken and frayed No, Im cold, worn out and shamed
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