| Oh Camil
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| Tell me how
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| Do you feel
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| You fought for your country
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| For God and for war
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| Now your heart tells you that can’t be real
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| So you tell me a story
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| From beginning to end
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| All the blood and the guts and the gore
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| Will you tell all the people
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| About the people you killed
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| Not for God but for country and war
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| Oh Camil
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| Tell me what did your mother say
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| When you left those people
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| Out in the fields
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| Rottin' along with the hay
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| Did you show her your medals
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| Did you show her your guns
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| Did you show her the years that you wore
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| Did you show her a picture
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| Of the people you killed
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| Not for God but for country and war
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| Oh Camil
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| Tell me why are you in this place
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| When you stood up for justice your country replied
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| By throwing it back in your face
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| When you tell me your story
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| Are you making amends
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| For all of the hatred you saw
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| Will you tell all the people
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| About the people that cry out for God
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| Not for country of war |