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What about me |
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I seen another soldier who got wasted in the war |
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He said he left his soul there overseas |
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The notion he defended doesn't matter anymore |
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And circumstance had brought him to his knees |
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We sat there in the silence of a cold and empty room |
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Down the Hall I heard a baby cry |
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He looked up from the potion he was cooking in a spoon |
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And nailed me with the anger in his eye |
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He said, do you really believe in Freedom ? |
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I said, I do |
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He said, oh, what about me ? |
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They killed both of her parents in an undercover war |
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For wanting all their children to be free |
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She said, it's even sadder that it's in El Salvador |
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They named it for the Savior don't you see |
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Suddenly the Truth was like a blinding flash of light |
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Holy Thunder rolled across the sky |
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I stared into the wonder of the Warrior Jesus Christ |
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And destiny was burning in his eyes. |
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He said, do you really believe in Freedom ? |
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I said, I do |
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He said, oh, what about me ? |
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And the Sandinista said, do you really believe in Freedom ? |
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I said, I do |
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He said, oh, what about me ? |
