A number are numbers
Who won't come home.
To make it right is a hunger.
But all we'll do is roam.
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It's a game.
But do we want to play?
They say it's tame.
She's right, we've been lead astray.
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To make them finish,
To watch them expire,
Makes you feel like a cynic.
As you're ordered to set afire.
Cynic- a person who believes that only selfishness motivates human actions, and who disbelieves in or minimizes selfless acts.
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