Boots by the door, name on my chest, folded up map, hand on my wrist, count every cut, point every scar, I’ve got a reason, to go this far. Hold the line, breathing slow, one more step then I go. Helmet on, jaw set tight. I’ve been waitin all my life. Run the dril, run the drill. I’m not shakin still. Run the drill , run the drill . I know my will
A line they rememberBoots by the door, name on my chest, folded up map, hand on my wrist, count every cut, point every scar, I’ve got a reason, to go this far. Hold the line, breathing slow, one more step then I go. Helmet on, jaw set tight. I’ve been waitin all my life. Run the dril, run the drill. I’m not shakin still. Run the drill , run the drill . I know my will
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