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He brought the war home with him. |
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Still got sand in his boots. |
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He's wrestling with the demons and the cold hard truth. |
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And something ain't right about him. |
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He came back different. |
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Something in his eyes said he'd seen too much, |
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Something in his leg said he'd had enough. |
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Heroes, everybody needs heroes. |
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Even heroes need a little help. |
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Heroes can't always be heroes. |
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Who's gonna save the hero from himself? |
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He had a picture from Baghdad, with him and hos buddies. |
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They're just horsin' around, gettin' ready. |
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One by one, he watched them die. |
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Just scared kids and he don't know why. |
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He's the only one to make it out alive. |
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Heroes, everybody needs heroes. |
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Even heroes need a little help. |
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Heroes can't always be heroes. |
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Who's gonna save the hero from himself? |
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Ten thousand clicks away in his head |
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He could smell the smoke, he could smell the dead |
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A silver star and a pistol in a drawer |
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Morphine just ain't working no more. |
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Heroes, everybody needs heroes. |
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Even heroes need a little help. |
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Heroes can't always be heroes. |
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Who's gonna save the hero from himself? |
