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Kandahar
by Popsd
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Broken bodies and broken minds
Thoughts of those we've left behind
Our big grey bird is very nearly full
Finally time to sanitise
The pain in our hearts and the scars in our eyes
Picked up from hell, Helmand to Kabul
I can't give us back the time you've spent alone
I can't redress the hurt in your voice every time we spoke on the phone
Or ease your pain as you tried to describe how much the kids have grown
Kandahar I'm going home
I squint through dust as take off nears
The chilling breeze carries muted cheers
In a funny way it's hard to say goodbye
No more armoured Uber
No more night patrols
The lights turn red as we rumble towards the sky
I can't give us back the time you've spent alone
I can't redress the hurt in your voice every time we spoke on the phone
Or ease your pain as you tried to describe how much the kids have grown
Kandahar I'm going home
So glad to leave the chaos and the hate that's shown
So glad to leave the poppy fields that they have sown
So glad to leave them all In peace on there freaking own
Kandahar I'm going home
I can't get back the time you've spent alone
I can't redress the hurt in your voice every time we spoke on the phone
Glad to Leave the poppy fields and pain that's sown
Kandahar I'm going home
Broken bodies and broken minds
Thoughts of those we've left behind
Our big grey bird is very nearly full
Finally time to sanitise
The pain in our hearts and the scars in our eyes
Picked up from hell, Helmand to Kabul
I can't give us back the time you've spent alone
I can't redress the hurt in your voice every time we spoke on the phone
Or ease your pain as you tried to describe how much the kids have grown
Kandahar I'm going home
I squint through dust as take off nears
The chilling breeze carries muted cheers
In a funny way it's hard to say goodbye
No more armoured Uber
No more night patrols
The lights turn red as we rumble towards the sky
I can't give us back the time you've spent alone
I can't redress the hurt in your voice every time we spoke on the phone
Or ease your pain as you tried to describe how much the kids have grown
Kandahar I'm going home
So glad to leave the chaos and the hate that's shown
So glad to leave the poppy fields that they have sown
So glad to leave them all In peace on there freaking own
Kandahar I'm going home
I can't get back the time you've spent alone
I can't redress the hurt in your voice every time we spoke on the phone
Glad to Leave the poppy fields and pain that's sown
Kandahar I'm going home
