| Baby
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| Tomorrow I’ma hafta fight
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| Leaving at first light
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| And all I can think of is you
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| Baby
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| I can hear you tryin not to cry
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| I’m afraid and I ain’t gonna lie
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| I gotta do what I’ve been trained to do
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| I’m a little tired, but I’m doin fine
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| I got my brothers back and he’s watching mine
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| Just keep praying that we’ll all make it through
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| I fight for what’s right
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| And I fight for what is true
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| Mostly I’m fighting to get back to you
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| We don’t see black
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| We don’t see white
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| We just see what we hafta do
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| All we see is red, white, and blue
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| Fighting for our red, white, and blue
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| Baby
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| How’s our little baby girl?
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| Does she know her daddy’s half way round the world?
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| Tell her she is my heart
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| Well…
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| I’ve only seen her in a photograph
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| Don’t know whether to cry or laugh
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| While I’m out here in the dark
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| I get so damn tired but I’m doin fine
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| Got my brothers back and he’s watchin mine
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| Just keep prayin that we’ll all make it through
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| I fight for what’s right
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| And I fight for what is true
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| Mostly I’m fighting to get back to you
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| We don’t see black
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| We don’t see white
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| We don’t see what we hafta do
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| All we see is red, white, and blue
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| Fighting for our red, white, and blue
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| I don’t know the reasons why
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| Sometimes at night I sit and cry
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| It’s hard to tell you what I’m goin through
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| What I’m goin through…
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| When all we have is this telephone
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| On this telephone…
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| Don’t know when I’ll be comin home
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| I just need you to keep praying that I do
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| I fight for what’s right
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| And I fight for what is true
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| Mostly I’m fighting to get back to you
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| We don’t see black
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| We don’t see white
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| We don’t see what we hafta do
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| All we see is red, white, and blue
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| All we see is red, white, and blue
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| Fighting for our red, white, and blue |