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I don’t want to fight


I don’t want to fight
But I am called into battle
I don’t want to fight
Yet I am asked to be strong.
I don’t want to fight
But I am called into battle
I have seen so much pain
Yet I am asked to be strong.

I don’t want to fight
But I am called into battle
I just want to get away and rest
Yet I am asked to be strong.

I don’t want to fight
I don’t want to be strong
I don’t want to be asked no longer
I am simply not that strong.


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