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Hold on!
The recent exchange
Is just another face arranged
By the knife edge of time
And just another waste of mine
I wonder
Was that the Pharoah's Daughter
Or the wealth I still remember?
We were dressed in uniforms left over from the war
A tourniquet, an iron vest, our emblem was a star
The younger ones looked frightened
Left unguarded by the clouds
While sons of fire with trembling hands
Burned heroes to the ground
I wonder
Was that the famous daughter
of the well-heeled revolving oh-so-fine?
While we were building caskets
For boys with leather jackets
The girl's quite familiar