What can I write home about?
The waters cold, the pilots out.
I keep my children out of sight
And my man never came home last night
What will I learn to tell myself?
Were supposed to want for nothing else
Just show the world a stoic light
But my man never came home last night
This is what we make of this
The walls all smell like blood and piss.
And every book that comes our way
We burn to keep the dogs away
Well tell this story later on
And tell of how it made us strong.
By then well know that we were right
But my man never came home last night
What will I learn to tell myself?
Were supposed to want for nothing else,
Just show the world a stoic light
But my man never came home last night
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