| Mr. President, you don’t know my name,
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| But you could find it if you really cared,
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| because I pay my taxes and I pay my dues,
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| All I ask for in return is the truth,
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| Can we just be honest, I’ve heard that
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| speech is free
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| So please believe me that this address
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| is sincere
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| I’m no-one special, just a regular guy
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| But I just can’t keep on wondering why
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| That the shells we fired they now kill
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| our own
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| And we waste away like shadows in our
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| homes.
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| I fell from blue skies, fought through
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| desert storms
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| I froze in firefights and killed someone,
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| That had a father who loved him just
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| like mine
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| Who believed the sacrifice was justified,
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| In the name of freedom and in the name
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| of God
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| While shifting sands hid all our sins and
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| all the blood
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| In the wake of glory,
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| I flew back home
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| I watch videos at night in uniform
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| Of those towns and cities
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| being torn apart
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| By those bombs that fool
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| the people by being smart
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| As they flew down chimneys along
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| corridors
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| And explode on film and everyone
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| goes awe!
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| And you read the stories about how
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| no-one's killed
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| And I think about the photo that I kept
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| To remind me that it was all for real
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| And the ghost that I’ve become wil
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| be released
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| To the sands still shifting that cover all
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| the lies
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| About what really happened and who
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| really died
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| Was it really worth it?
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| Was it worth the cost?
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| Did we really take the high ground or have we lost
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| All the moral battles did we lose the war
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| Mr. President I need to know for sure
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| That with all this knowledge all
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| this control
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| That we were on the side of right
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| after all
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| That we weren’t lied to, that we weren’t used
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| And the country that we fought for still
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| upholds the truth
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| Mr. President you don’t know my name
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| but you could find it if you really cared
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| It’s on a black wall on a cross of stone
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| In the Balkan States, the Gulf and close
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| to home
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| On not so foreign islands out on city streets
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| Mr. President just tell me why I’m here
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| This is my question, this is my life this is my address
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| Mr. President |