When I felt the bullet enter my heart
I felt more like casualty than hero
Though that's not how you'll remember me
How will you remember me?
Glory, glory hallelujah
don't let anyone fool you
A beating heart's more glorious than a purple one
More glorious than a purple one
If I had my way there'd be no Memorial Day
Or armies to fight in or boundaries to fight over
If that sounds naive, then that sounds naive
Consider that there's no blood left in my brain
Then I had this dreadful thought--
"I will miss everything; I'm already dead"
I felt more like casualty than hero
Though that's not how you'll remember me
How will you remember me?
Glory, glory hallelujah
don't let anyone fool you
A beating heart's more glorious than a purple one
More glorious than a purple one
If I had my way there'd be no Memorial Day
Or armies to fight in or boundaries to fight over
If that sounds naive, then that sounds naive
Consider that there's no blood left in my brain
Then I had this dreadful thought--
"I will miss everything; I'm already dead"
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