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Public Grieving

The Armed

There's two games we're playing
And am I the only one who sees it's either
Sport of measure?
Sport of form?

Attention or freedom?
Which was it that justified
The ancients of jura
Who burned a million pounds?

No right or wrong

Unto the night sands
With a fear of it all
And the vigor of all
And a fear of it all
I can feel it

There's two games we're playing
And am I the only one
Who sees there's but a single
Piece on either board?

Where'd we go wrong?

Unto the night sands
With a fear of it all
And the vigor of all
And a fear of it all
I can feel it

Don't let me down
Don't let me die