A Romantic Weekend At The Night Train Vineyards Lyrics

Returns '63
Forty years go by without any memory
Of wasting blood like its policy
It looks the same
Butterfly stitch won't fix the bleed.
There's holes in the canvas where their didn't use to be Was it from punji sticks of I.E.D.'s.
Different maps different streets.
Different boots on different feel.
Stomping the ho-chi-min of basra beat.

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