I can see the pictures of me and ask Do I look so different than anyone else? I can hear them marching near and feel The steady pounding of a heart. With every step this open door -- A mission for a love lost long ago. I welcome it's return. Years gone by, no time to cry a prayer for me As I watch my bridges burn. I was like you, I never knew How I could be a victim of our red, white, and blue. I work the day, I earn my pay, I want to find a way back to my baby blue. I still can see pictures of me and ask Do I look so different than anyone else?
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