The Soldier
Ataxia Lyrics

I fell in line for your country
I followed your lead and fought for your country

You take mine in the deep valley
You took my country from a vulnerable position

It's about time you sing our praise now
Acknowledgment of our contributions is long overdue

(without you there...right down?)
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I realized, I beat my brains out
I expended significant effort

It feels right in a Jesus halo
I feel a sense of righteousness

I walk back, feel for me now?
I revisit past experiences and question their relevance

I look back but it's not the same (girl/route/group?)
The past has changed and is no longer familiar

I'm on time
I'm punctual

You crossed that line
You have violated boundaries

And your dreams all come back
Your aspirations resurface

And the scenes all go black
The past becomes obscured

I'm on time, the dream is over
I'm prompt, but the desired outcome is unattainable

I shoot again to the British soldier
I engage in combat with British troops

They're out of scale but that's how things go
The situation is disorienting but not uncommon

What I see is a double single
What I perceive is ambiguous

I cross the heart of the sounds of a wind bag
I navigate amidst talkative individuals

Memories like anyone had
I recall experiences familiar to most

I get lost, with the (thin butter dingbat?)
I become disoriented with the use of confusing language

We ought to face the consequence of that
We must accept responsibility for our actions

I believe in cheating a ghost
I believe in deceiving an intangible entity

It's his line so only god knows
The intention is unclear, only a higher power knows

The sandman and in between says
The realm between sleep and wakefulness is consulted

I read books but don't last to the first page
I start things but don't follow through

I think twice
I reconsider my actions

That's my advice
That's what I recommend

I wish you'd give it back
I wish you'd return something

It's the good thoughts I lack
Positive thinking eludes me

We know too well the dream is over
We're aware that the desired outcome is unattainable

You throw work over your shoulder
You disregard your responsibilities

The busy (man?) must have begun
Someone busy has initiated something

Those are the sort of ideas I shun
I reject those types of ideas

The four walls, the skulls I'm cracking
I'm struggling to find a solution in solitude

(I miss god/ I'm misguided?)
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Was all that was happening
That's all that was occurring

We move up but the find ...?
We progress but encounter unforeseen obstacles

We go down because we've reached our peak
When we've reached our highest point, we decline

Dreams expire
Aspirations have a limited lifespan

You forever have that
You'll always retain that memory

Double single
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