| It's all been said, it's all been done
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| The war is over, the battle's won
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| Sour grapes, sweet revenge
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| Heaven starts right where hell ends
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| She was young, seventeen
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| She felt so soft she smelled so clean
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| Her aim was true, her heart was pure...
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| Until the day that her daddy walked out the door
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| She's lookin' for a man and so much more
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| But her Uncle Sam sent him off to war
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| And Little Miss America, in all of your glory
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| She love the paparazzi, she's tryin' to sell her story
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| She's gonna write a movie, she wanna be a star
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| But Little Miss America, where did you get that scar?
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| Desert sun, blazin' sand
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| Love in my heart, gun in my hand
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| Lost a leg, killed a man
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| In mortal combat, hand to hand
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| Saw men killed, watched men die
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| So many times that I can't cry
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| It's been eighteen months since I've seen home...
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| I get a purple heart, a good G.I. |
| Loan
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| They say God blesses every child with his own
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| But we're all gonna die in the dark alone
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| And Little Miss America, in all of your glory
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| She love the paparazzi, she's tryin' to sell her story
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| She's gonna write a movie, she wanna be a star
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| But Little Miss America, where did you get that scar?
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| Back at home, it's kind of strange
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| Ain't nuttin' happenin', ain't nuttin' changed
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| Same old rules, same old game
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| Still I'm haunted by the names
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| Of all the friends, left behind
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| They weigh so heavy on my mind
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| At night I miss goin' out on patrol...
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| The desert went and turned my warm heart cold
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| And Little Miss America, in all of your glory
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| She love the paparazzi, she's tryin' to sell her story
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| She's gonna write a movie, she wanna be a star
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| But Little Miss America, where did you get that scar?
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| Where did you get the scar?
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| Where did you get the scar?
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| Where did you get the scar?
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| Where did you get the scar?
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| Where did you get the scar?
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| Where did you get the scar? |