When there is No flag upon my coffin, no name upon the wall
when I traded all my daylight so the others wouldn't fall
My own hands drew the map the traitors used to find me
Now the smell of gasoline is all that's left behind me
One breath, one last signal
One stranger, one last door
Burn my name, but let them live
Take it all, I'd gladly give
Every ash will hold the line
They'll never know that I was mine
Burn my name, but let them live
A boy once passed me on a road, I never learned his face
Tonight I'm in his headlights, in his quiet, in his space
He sees it all, the flames, the hands, the men who sold me out
And I'm already fading, but he'll carry it without a doubt
Burn my name, but let them live
Take it all, I'd gladly give
Every ash will hold the line
Burn my name, but let them live
No one will know that I was here
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