| The women look like a large rag doll smashed to pieces
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| The incident that affected them most profoundly occured while he was leading a
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| mobile patrol
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| It was 1972
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| (What's that sound)
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| A massive explosion a hundred yards in front of Johnson’s vehicle
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| Brought the patrol to a halt
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| A bom had been detonated in an underground toilet
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| (What's that sound)
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| Johnson saw people scattering through swirling clouds of thick black smoke
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| Within minutes he had cornererd out the area a man of guards to provide cover
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| against snipers
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| Just in case it was a setup
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| (What's that sound)
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| Raised voices caught his attention
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| A man was screaming at a policeman pointing at the toilet
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| He was shouting: my wife is in there!
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| Johnson raised to voice the man
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| Redemption isn’t coming soon
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| I’m stuck here with these hidden wounds
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| All the things they made me do
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| They haunt me
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| (What's that sound)
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| I’m drinking just to dull the pain
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| Images won’t go away
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| They count the dead now why don’t they just count me
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| (What's that sound)
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| I was about to give the order when one of my men found a women shoe
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| When I found her she looked like a large rag doll smashed to pieces
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| (What's that sound)
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| All that whas left of her clothing was a piece of rag around her neck
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| Other parts of her where just been blown off
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| Even her toes where missing
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| I covered her with my combat jacket
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| And carried her out to an outpost
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| On the first day of the year
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| He had a grip on all the fear
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| You where diamond
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| But then gradually untold
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| He got a hold of your soul
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| Your bones are crying
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| All the wonders of the world to stop and letting know
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| which you go through
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| And no one understand the pain they thought you where just playing games
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| It breaks my heart today
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| Just to hear you say
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| Redemption isn’t coming soon
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| I’m stuck here with these hidden wounds
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| All the things they made me do
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| They haunt me
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| (What's that sound)
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| I’m drinking just to dull the pain
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| Images won’t go away
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| They count the dead now why don’t they just count me
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| (What's that sound)
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| And I see the things go by
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| But I’m just feeling numb is no one here to come over
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| Cause they hate to see me cry
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| They think I’m gone insane
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| These hidden wounds will stay open
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| I was taught to love and not to hate
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| As fire rates becomes my fate
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| I’m like a bomb I’ve detonate
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| Excuse me
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| (What's that sound)
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| I’m longing for another spring
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| A little love a natural thing
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| Someone to hold just anything
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| That’s scare free
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| And I’ve seen the days go by
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| But I’m just feeling numb
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| There is no one here to come over
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| Cause they hate to see me cry
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| They think I’ve gone insane
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| These hidden wounds will stay open |