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Our Own WarHostilities ended, nobody caredAnymore for the war, so a truce was declared So it ends in surrender, then there's peace at least Arms are withdrawn and fire is ceased To stay in a skirmish one needs appetite Two need desire to keep up a fight But when appetite's off and desire is gone Then the fire is held and arms are withdrawn When losses and wounds are grievous and gory When the battle is pitched, in the field there is glory When hearts just aren't in it, retreat leads to rout And arms are laid down and the fire goes out We remember the ones who run out of dumb luck Monuments are erected and statues are struck But we tend to forget if and when we forgive And the survivors survive but they never quite live As for our own war, yes, I recall it well Just what it was like our own personal hell I've forgotten the good times, heaven's so vague But I remember the battles Oh, how they raged! When losses and wounds are grievous and gory When the battle is pitched, in the field there is glory When hearts just aren't in it, retreat leads to rout And arms are laid down and the fire goes out |