| Stand down, son.
Start resting easy.
You've done your service.
I am proud to have you home,
And see you safe.
It's so good.
You look so strong,
In that picture on the mantle,
You sent your mom when you were gone.
But you look scared now;
Hollow-eyed.
When are you coming,
When are you coming,
Back where you belong?
I swear that it's safe here.
There's nothing to fear at all.
Come on back where you belong.
The pressure releases,,
If you just put down your gun.
Everything rests on you.
You know that feeling well.
The ball is falling, falling, falling.
So far from a close call.
Your injuries aren't mortal wounds.
The only thing that's killing you,
Is what you saw and what you couldn't stop.
But you're not the one I blame.
It wasn't your mistake.
But you're safe now so come on,
Back where you belong.
I swear that it's safe here.
There's nothing to fear at all.
Come on back where you belong.
The pressure releases,
If you just put down your gun.
"It's the simple things Dad.
I'm not hurt.
I'm not dead.
I just should be where my friends are lying.
And I didn't hate those that I killed,
But they're all dead now,
And I'm here alive,
With satellites,
And Friday nights,
And no one to judge me,
For the things that I've done at all.
So how can I live with that?
Back where I belong.
Back where I belong.
Back where I belong.
Back where I belong.
Take me back where I belong.
You swear that it's safe here.
There is nothing to fear at all.
Take me back where I belong.
The pressure releases,
If I just put down my gun. " |
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