| Run, attack, don’t look back
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| The orders you’ve been given
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| Running at pace, you charge the attack
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| A soldier’s life you’re living
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| Taking them down, in the cities and towns
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| While lives blow up in smoke
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| The gunfire reign, how it echoes again
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| The battlefield’s no joke
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| You want to go home and you promise you will
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| As your candle lies lit on your home windowsill
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| It no longer matters what’s wrong and what’s right
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| They strengthen your will and prepare you to fight
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| You say your goodbyes to the ones that you love
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| While the enemy scatters the skies up above
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| The gunfire echoes all over this land
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| The bringer of death in the palm of your hand
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| All is fair in love and war
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| While civilians they run for their lives
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| What are we fighting for?
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| You pray that you see morning light
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| They say you’re too young to go to war
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| For your country a battle you fight
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| Now you’re on the killing floor
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| You won’t leave the battle tonight
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| Surrounded by news, your family await
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| To hear you’re alive or if you’re M.I.A.
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| The people that you love have now been cast aside
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| By the fear and the pain of the battle you fight
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| For the glory you fight as you fire your round
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| For the good or the bad whether freedom be found
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| The battle is long for the ending you crave
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| You’re leading the fight to their imminent grave
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| All is fair in love and war
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| While civilians they run for their lives
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| What are we fighting for?
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| You pray that you see morning light
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| They say you’re too young to go to war
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| For your country a battle you fight
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| Now you’re on the killing floor
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| You won’t leave the battle tonight
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| Stuck down here in no mans' land
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| So you make your final stand
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| The enemy in the desert sand
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| Rounds of gunfire you withstand |