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He's five foot-two, and he's six feet-four, |
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He fights with missiles and with spears. |
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He's all of thirty-one, and he's only seventeen, |
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He's been a soldier for a thousand years. |
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He'a a Catholic, a Hindu, an Atheist, a Jain, |
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A Buddhist and a Baptist and a Jew. |
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And he knows he shouldn't kill, |
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And he knows he always will, |
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Kill you for me my friend and me for you. |
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And he's fighting for Canada, |
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He's fighting for France, |
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He's fighting for the USA, |
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And he's fighting for the Russians, |
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And he's fighting for Japan, |
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And he thinks we'll put an end to war this way. |
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And he's fighting for Democracy, |
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He's fighting for the Reds, |
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He says it's for the peace of all. |
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He's the one who must decide, |
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Who's to live and who's to die, |
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And he never sees the writing on the wall. |
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But without him, |
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How would Hitler have condemned him at Labau? |
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Without him Caesar would have stood alone, |
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He's the one who gives his body |
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As a weapon of the war, |
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And without him all this killing can't go on. |
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He's the Universal Soldier and he really is to blame, |
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His orders come from far away no more, |
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They come from here and there and you and me, |
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And brothers can't you see, |
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This is not the way we put an end to war. |
