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Little soldier, plastic pistol aiming for the head. |
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Now you see me, now you don't. |
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You missed me, you're dead. |
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Laughing, hiding in the bushes, scatter for your life. |
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Little soldier tripped and fell, get him with your knife. |
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Electric eye is loaded, it shows them it's okay to kill. |
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They eventually will. |
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Mother calls you in for lunch, put the war on hold. |
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Too rough to play with other kids, how many times you've been told. |
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Laugh at pain it's silly. |
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He'd make the soldiers bleed. |
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Break the flesh, twist the bone, bring them to their knees. |
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You don't throw stick and stone, you leave the little girls alone she said, leave them alone. |
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First sight of blood at ten, fell off the swing and cracked his head, it's all red. |
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A still and quiet conscience, regardless of their doom, |
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The victims play, they're on their way, |
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Soldier Boy. |
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No sense they have, of ills to come. |
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Nor care beyond ills of today, they've lost their way, |
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Soldier Boy. |
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Playgrounds into battle fields, diapers into greens and stripes, |
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Mold plastic into steel, the war is real, the solders fight tonight. |
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Little solder falls once more, sees red glow like the sun. |
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Mother calls him back to |
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Arlington, in |
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Washington. |
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You don't throw stick and stone, you leave the little girls alone she said, leave them alone. |
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First sight of blood at ten, fell off the swing and cracked his head, it's all red. |
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A still and quiet conscience, regardless of their doom, |
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The victims play, they're on their way, |
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Soldier Boy. |
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No sense they have, of ills to come. |
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Nor care beyond ills of today, they've lost their way, |
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Soldier Boy. |
