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Anna Tivel – Two Pencils And A Photograph lyrics
Before i left, i wasn’t anyone
A poor laborer’s lonely son
And i dreamed of women, gold and guns
But they were only dreams
Then called a cause that needed me
My sleight of hand and my strong belief
For the west it reigns in a sinful beast
That threatens everything
But swing that hammer, it’s an awful shame
To watch a paper fall, from a stranger’s hand
Where’s the glory in all of that
Couple pencils and a photograph
The day i left, my mama cried
But i was proud to go, proud to fight
And a blood red sun rose in the sky
And i bent my body east
I found my brothers in the sand
All that artillery and promising
And we bravely faced the task at hand
To cut and kill the beast
Took a plane, fulfilled my place
A crowded market and an office space
And the heat of heaven, that metallic taste
And i watched that paper fall
I came to slay, i came to serve
My weapon’s weight against the written word
And i cried out allah and he cried my lord
Heaven help us all
A poor laborer’s lonely son
And i dreamed of women, gold and guns
But they were only dreams
Then called a cause that needed me
My sleight of hand and my strong belief
For the west it reigns in a sinful beast
That threatens everything
But swing that hammer, it’s an awful shame
To watch a paper fall, from a stranger’s hand
Where’s the glory in all of that
Couple pencils and a photograph
The day i left, my mama cried
But i was proud to go, proud to fight
And a blood red sun rose in the sky
And i bent my body east
I found my brothers in the sand
All that artillery and promising
And we bravely faced the task at hand
To cut and kill the beast
Took a plane, fulfilled my place
A crowded market and an office space
And the heat of heaven, that metallic taste
And i watched that paper fall
I came to slay, i came to serve
My weapon’s weight against the written word
And i cried out allah and he cried my lord
Heaven help us all
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