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So, I'm writin' you this letter between rests
'Cause yesterday a bullet found my chest
And I don't got the energy to dress myself
And I can't walk without help

And I, I can't remember why I joined this war
And I can't tell you what we're fightin' for
I guess I wasn't smart enough to see the game
And that no one's keepin' score

And now, you would not believe the things I miss
It's all the little things that fill that list
Like playin' with the dogs and helpin' father chop the wood behind the fence

Now I, I'm not sure if I'll see another day
The doctor said it could go either way
But I just wanted you to know no matter if I sink or fall, or blink out in this hospital
That I'm alright, yeah, I made peace with it all
Mistakes and all

Mistakes and all
Mistakes and all
Mistakes and all
Mistakes and all
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh