| As I look around from my outpost on the hill
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| There ain’t much single sight of my platoon
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| Just a row of empty helmets and ammunition shells
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| Guess they all got up and run for 'elp
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| Ain’t there anybody out there, takin' shots anymore
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| Did they all give up and go to fight their own private war
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| Ain’t there anybody out there, takin' shots anymore
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| Am I left here on my own
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| Is that Ruby on the phone
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| I ain’t home
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| If I wave my white flag and I surrendered would you know it
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| Would I prove that our position to hypnotic sense to call
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| In my cause I have wanderd, from the subject to the point
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| In my tim I have changed, both my reason and my mind
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| Ain’t there anybody out there, takin' shots anymore
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| Did they all give up and go to fight their own private war
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| Ain’t there anybody out there, takin' shots anymore
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| Am I left here on my own
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| Is that Ruby on the phone
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| I ain’t home
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| Ain’t there anybody out there, takin' shots anymore
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| Did they all give up and go to fight their own private war
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| Ain’t there anybody out there, takin' shots anymore |
| Am I left here on my own
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| Is that Ruby on the phone
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| I ain’t home |