| Oh I need a helping hand
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| How unAmerican
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| I’m a Second class soldier
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| And I’ve gotten in too deep
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| Just a pawn in their scheme
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| I don’t think I’ll get much older
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| All lies on the inside, don’t everybody get to
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| Oh as high as I am
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| On daizepam
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| They got me running both
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| Sides of the border
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| Oh I need to get out
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| Need to make my way south
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| Skirt the Hindu Kush to skirt their orders
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| I got the letter in the post
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| The one you fear most
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| It says they share your sorrow
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| Oh But I know that it’s not right
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| Their convienient suicide
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| They tell me to take a number
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| All lies on the inside don’t everybody get to die
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| Oh as high as I am
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| On daizepam
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| They got me running both
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| Sides of the border
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| Oh I need to get out
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| Need to make my way south
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| Skirt the Hindu Kush to skirt their orders
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| All lies on the inside, don’t everybody get to
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| All lies on the inside, don’t everybody get to
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| Cause I just know he wouldn’t go that way
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| He wrote me just the other day
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| Talked about all the plans he wanted to make
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| Said that you got to
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| Oh as high as I am
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| On daizepam
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| They got me running both
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| Sides of the border
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| Oh I need to get out
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| Need to make my way south
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| Skirt the Hindu Kush to skirt their orders
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| Oh ma it’s getting mad in Asadabad, but there’s no one to report to
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| If I reach the bazaar, it will be too far, so I’m leaving tomorrow
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| Oh ma it’s getting mad in Asadabad, but there’s no one to report to
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| If I reach the bazaar, it will be too far, so I’m leaving tomorrow
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| Oh ma it’s getting mad in Asadabad, but there’s no one to report to
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| If I reach the bazaar, it will be too far, so I’m leaving tomorrow
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| Oh ma it’s getting mad in Asadabad, but there’s no one to report to
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| If I reach the bazaar, it will be too far, so I’m leaving tomorrow |