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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 through a thousand years |
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He's a Catholic, a Hindu, an Atheist, a Jain |
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A Buddhist, a Baptist and a Jew |
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And he knows he shouldn't kill, 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, he's fighting for France |
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He's fighting for the U.S.A. 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, he's fighting for the Reds |
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He says it's for the peace of all, 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, how would Hitler have condemned him at Dachau |
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Without him, Caesar would have stood alone |
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He's the one who gives his body 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 the end to war? |
