| I saw the echo of a thousand wars
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| In the face of the man
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| As he looked out over the watching crowd
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| Searching for a friend
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| Sometimes he would see a face
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| But then each face looks the same
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| Like looking into a mirror
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| And reading a different name
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| A different name …
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| He learned his lesson early
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| A confirmation under fire
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| Now his eyes stare into the distance
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| Like a prisoner bhind the wire
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| We ar lucky in our fortune
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| We can turn the other way
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| But the veteran fights again at night
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| And struggles through the day
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| Through the day …
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| When you sing do you sing for the man who’s broken
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| Do you sing for the man who stands alone
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| Do you sing for the endless list of names
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| Etched in marble stone
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| Etched in marble stone
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| He came back an addict
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| He came back a drunk
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| He came back a cripple
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| Or pieces in a trunk
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| He came back a hero
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| To a waving flag parade
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| He was left with nothing
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| When the glory began to fade
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| Began to fade …
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| So what do you say to the veteran
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| Who can’t take it anymore
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| You guard your words, you hold it back
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| And talk of anything but the war
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| Just reach out over the distance
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| And let him know you’re there
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| And hope he hasn’t gone too far
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| Or forgotten how to care
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| How to care …
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| When you sing do you sing for the man who’s broken
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| Do you sing for the man who stands alone
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| Do you sing for the endless list of names
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| Etched in marble stone
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| Etched in marble stone |