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I was lucky you know |
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I wasn't there |
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I didn't have to go and face my fear |
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But still this hidden pain |
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Comes up from the belly of the beast |
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And even ten years past |
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We're haunted now from both sides of the truth |
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And the ghosts of Dien Bien Phu |
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This war keeps hanging on |
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As if it were today |
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'Cause many a good men died |
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On the road from Tet to Hue |
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They won every battle they fought |
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But the one that raged at home |
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And now the only words that count |
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Are the names carved out in stone |
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As tears fall onto stone |
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Black Wall |
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Black Wall |
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Sound the bugle boy |
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For a twenty-one gun salute |
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Call for the ticker tape |
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And assemble all the troops |
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Not a word about dominoes |
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Or the horrors of napalm |
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Let Johnny come marching home |
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And greet him with a prayer and a psalm |
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For the boys of Vietnam |
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The boys of Vietnam |
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Let Johnny come back to the world |
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Back to the world |
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Back to the world |
