I'd sit and muse.
Is a soul a thing you find,
You build or grow,
Something you can loose.
Well, I got my answers
Lowering friends
Into heroes graves,
Watching my love
Just seem to shrug
At my killing pain -
Walk on away.
So now I'm always searching
For myself in the bottom of
Bottles and strange sheets
Of strangers beds.
The truth, it's what I'd said,
My cold body's lying
In the streets of Baghdad.
I'm just the ghost
Of a once noble man,
They shipped me home dead.
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