| 16 years old when I went to the war
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| To fight for a land fit for heroes
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| God on my side and a gun in my hand
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| Chasing my days down to zero
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| And I marched and I fought and I bled and I died
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| And I never did get any older
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| But I knew at the time that a year in the line
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| Was a long enough life for a soldier
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| We all volunteered and we wrote down our names
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| And we added two years to our ages
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| Eager for life and ahead of the game
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| Ready for history’s pages
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| And we brawled and we fought and we whored 'til we stood
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| Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder
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| A thirst for the hun we were food for the gun
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| And that’s what you are when you’re soldiers
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| I heard my friend cry and he sank to his knees
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| Coughing blood as he screemed for his mother
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| And I fell by his side and that’s how we died
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| Clinging like kids to each other
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| And I lay in the mud, an' the guts and the blood
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| And I wept as his body grew colder
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| And I called for my mother and she never came
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| Though it wasn’t my fault and I wasn’t to blame
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| The day not half over and tenthousand slain
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| And now there’s nobody remembers our names
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| And that’s how it is for a soldier |