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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 though a thousand years. |
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He's a Catholic, a Hindu, an Atheist, a Jain, |
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A Buddhist and a Baptist and a Jew |
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And he knows he shouldn't kill |
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But he knows he always will, |
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Kill for me, my friend, and me for you. |
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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. |
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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 him, 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 an end to war. |