| Somewhere here among these many thousands
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| Of Americans who all died true and brave
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| That’s where I know I’ll find him resting
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| So I’m here, I’m searching for his grave
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| You ask me, stranger, why I made this journey
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| Why cross three thousand miles of rolling waves
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| Like many others, my darling was killed in action
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| That’s why I’m here, I’m searching for his grave
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| Somewhere here among these many thousands
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| Of Americans who all died true and brave
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| That’s where I know I’ll find him resting
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| So I’m here, I’m searching for his grave
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| When I come to the spot where he’s sleeping
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| I know it will 'cause more heartaches inside
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| But I’ll long to be by his side once more and tell him
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| Tell him that I love him and will until I die
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| Somewhere here among these many thousands
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| Of Americans who all died true and brave
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| That’s where I know I’ll find him resting
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| So I’m here, I’m searching for his grave |