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Fire in the hole! |
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Waiting for the blast |
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Vibrations in the earth |
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Before the smoke can clear I'm diving underground |
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Searching through the dark I hunt the Vietcong |
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Feel the acrid smoke ripping through my lungs |
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Morality is gone... to kill is to survive |
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Morality is gone... to kill is to survive |
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Drive my body forward knowing what I'll find |
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Drive my body forward through this passage to hell, |
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I crawl among the bodies and piles of human waste |
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Then I hear sound and lift my gun to aim |
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Thunderous exchange, reeling from the pain |
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Twisting on the ground, tasting my own blood |
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People running by, they don't try to help |
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I'm afraid to die... so afraid to die! |
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So afraid to die |
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This cannot be true |
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People running by, thinking I have died |
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People running by leaving me to die |
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Casualty of war |
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Body on the pile |
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I lie alone, but still refuse to give my soul up to this hell |
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Flashing back from hell, returning to the world, |
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Hearing my own screams tearing through the night |
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Clutching at my chest, my fingers trace the scars |
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Somehow I've got to end these visions in my head |
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Bottle in my hand, barrel in my mouth |
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Bottle in my hand, barrel in my mouth |
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Somehow I've got to end visions in my head |
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Fought so many years, this war for sanity |
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I cannot go on this ends for me today |
