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Camouflage - A picture of life
A fine young man, a picture of life
Dislikes himself in the mirror
We saw him off, we talked of love
We talked of sin and forgot him
A fine young man, a picture of life
Died alone in the gutter
We drank the wine, we felt the pain
But no one felt like his mother
Father's not there, a coward's choice
He scorned his son, so inhuman!
We shook our heads and turned away
We also denied that we knew him
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