| Oh Camil, tell me how do you feel?
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| You fought for your country
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| For God and for war,
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| Now your heart tells you that can’t be real.
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| So you tell me your story from beginning to end
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| All the blood and the guts and the gore
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| Will you tell all the people
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| 'bout the people you killed,
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| Not for God, but for country and war?
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| Oh! |
| Camil, tell me what did you mother say,
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| When you left those people out in the fields,
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| Rotting along with the hay?
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| Did you show her your medals?
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| Did you show her your guns?
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| Did you show her the ears that you wore?
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| Did you show her a picture of the people you killed
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| Not for God, but for country and war?
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| Oh! |
| Camil, tell me why are you in this place?
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| When you stood up for justice your country replied
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| By throwing it back in your face.
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| When you tell me your story
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| Are you making amends for all of the hatred you saw?
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| Will you tell all the people about the people that cry out for God
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| Not for country or war? |