| Sometimes, I wish I was a soldier
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| Rifle hangin' low across my shoulder
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| Dodgin' bullets in a jungle like ol' John Wayne
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| Sometimes, I feel like I’m a fighter
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| Swingin' hard in the corner for the title
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| 'Til a low blow thrown from my baby knocks me down again
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| But you know I’ve got a weak heart
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| When it comes to you, babe, you make it so hard
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| Don’t you know I got a weak, weak heart
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| Sometimes, I wish I was a statue
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| Standin' tall in the cold, starin' at you
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| Greystone all alone, reflectin' everything
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| But you know just where to cut me
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| Carvin' out your pieces 'til I’m nothin'
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| Just a handful of gravel thrown back through my window again
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| But you know I’ve got a weak heart
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| When it comes to you, babe, you make it so hard
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| Don’t you know I got a weak, weak heart
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| But you know I’ve got a weak heart
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| When it comes to you, babe, you make it so hard
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| Don’t you know I got a weak, weak heart
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| Don’t you know I got a weak heart
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| When it comes to you, babe, you make it so hard
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| Don’t you know I got a weak, weak heart |