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I was getting out, without a doubt |
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This was my last patrol, wished I could shout |
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But then the reds were there |
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We were taking our share |
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Fifteen to thirty, but fair is fair |
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I was fighting wild, shooting blind |
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Nothing I could do, nowhere I could go |
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Someone yelled, "keep your head down low" |
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I heard men crying, knew they were dying |
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And for the first time, I realized |
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My sergeant lied! |
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On my way home in a body bag |
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A one-way ticket, but I couldn't brag |
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I was seeing green, seeing red |
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With an aching, throbbing, emptiness in my head |
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Trying to breathe, I fought for air |
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I was alive, but nobody cared |
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We left the planet |
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Then we had landed |
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Soon picked up by an army truck |
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Someone gave me a shovel and told me to dig |
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I said, "fuck off and die, capitalist pig!" |
