| Soldier boy, pick up your gun
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| send me to my grave
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| as the world is breaking down
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| where life to you is a battlefield
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| this country we try to steal
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| while the world is breaking down
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| violent night, this can’t be right
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| a vision clear and bright
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| in the end we’re all just children of the earth
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| so life will be a killing ground
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| and this nightmare’s still around
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| and the world is breaking down
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| a seed of the crime
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| a sign of the time
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| eternity decide
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| on African soil, urban battleground
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| two Blackhawks going down
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| Forevermore
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| we must live to testify
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| Forevermore
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| We are, just liars
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| Forevermore
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| they are children of the gun
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| Forevermore
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| we are disciples
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| Soldier boy, real McCoy
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| medal made of gold
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| but their hearts not made of steel
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| I’m dying in the desert night
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| overpowered by firemight
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| and no man is made of steel
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| man and his clan
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| man and his men
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| warriors of mankind
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| what can we do, this is suicide
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| divided we must fall
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| Forevermore
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| we must live to testify
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| Forevermore
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| We are, just liars
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| Forevermore
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| they are children of the gun
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| Forevermore
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| we are disciples
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| Forevermore
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| we must live to testify
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| Forevermore
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| We are, just liars
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| Forevermore
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| they are children of the gun
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| Forevermore
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| we are disciples
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| Forevermore
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| now we must live to testify
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| Forevermore
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| We are, just liars
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| Forevermore
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| they are children of the gun
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| Forevermore
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| we are disciples
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| Forevermooore
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| we are disciples
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| Forevermooore
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| we are just liars
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| Forevermore… |