| Let me tell you the story of a soldier named Dan
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| Went out to fight the good fight in South Vietnam
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| Went out to fight for peace, liberty and all
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| Went out to fight for equality, hope, let’s go
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| And the war drags on
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| Found himself involved in a sea of blood and bones
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| Millions without faces, without hope and without homes
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| And the guns they grew louder as they made dust out of bones
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| That the flesh had long since left just as the people left their homes
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| And the war drags on
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| They’re just there to try and make the people free
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| But the way that they’re doing it, it don’t seem like that to me
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| Just more blood-letting and misery and tears
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| That this poor country’s known for the last twenty years
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| And the war drags on
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| Last night poor Dan had a nightmare it seems
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| One kept occurring and re-occurring in his dream:
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| Cities full of people burn and scream and shoutin' loud
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| And right over head a great orange mushroom cloud
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| And there’s no more war
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| For there’s no more world
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| And the tears come streaming down
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| Yes, I lie crying on the ground |