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"Look at the dying soldier", I heard someone whisper, then i saw the blood come through my shirt. |
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Am i going to die here? I don't wanna die here! Someone come and pick me from the dirt. |
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(Refrain) |
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I don't belong here, i don't wanna die here, Oh no! |
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I don't belong here, don't let me die here, Oh no! |
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My hands are gettin' colder, My thoughts are growing weaker, this must be the way it is. |
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Stop the shootin', don't ya see i'm dying? Someone come and say a prayer. |
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(Refrain) |
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My eye's are closin', i see someone comin', he turns his back and runs away. |
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They stop shootin', it started rainin', This must be the way. |
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(Refrain) |
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I want to go back home where my friends are, i want to go on livin' days. |
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I want to go back home where my friends are, i want to go on livin' days. |
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I want to go back home where my friends are, i want to go on livin' days. |
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