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I knew a man he was old and very shaken |
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He told of hearts that still were breaking |
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Of days gone by and foreign shorelines |
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Air attack and Dodging Landmines |
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Everyone's a hero but still they have to die |
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His friend told me it was no lie |
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They're beating up the wrong guy |
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Watching the days go by, Screaming on the Beaches |
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And they're screaming on the beaches |
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And they're holding back the leaches |
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With a tearful eye he told of friends he'd left there laying |
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macho men who cried and turned to praying |
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Running around to dodge disaster |
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Their heads held low and hearts get faster |
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Everyone's a hero but still they have to die |
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There's a human link somewhere out there |
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They're holding up the waitline |