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• Artiste: Rancid
• Titre: Civilian Ways
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I hold the cold steel of my rifle as I dream of foreign lands And I promise myself I will cherish every moment I can But there's ghosts that follow me around Everywhere I am When I say goodbye I try to be strong Now I'm going back to the U.S. where I belong I ain't never alone The war seems to follow me home No longer an active soldier When I walk down the street I'm shaking hands with everyone that I meet And I watch everyone wondering what they see Civilian ways are now what's foreign to me I came off a long tour I left this place in two o three May we never forget the sacrifices My friends made for me I live in Marysville out on the county line And my Brother and my Mother both visit me all the time And visions of you are always running right through my mind We always talk about what we're gonna do when the war is won We're gonna fix up them old cars and ride them into the sun When I heard you're no longer with us Man I was done Civilian ways are now what's foreign to me I came off a long tour I left this place in two o three May we never forget the sacrifices My friends made for me [x3]