| I used to be a soldier boy
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| 'Till they shot me in the head
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| They made me eat their dirt
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| Of the living and the dead
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| I’m sick and tired of slaving
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| And shoveling their shit
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| And when you trust your feelings
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| They toss you in the pit
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| Yes I’ve been named a coward
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| I’m not a living friend
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| Yes I’ve been named a coward
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| A coward 'till the end
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| You seem so apprehensive
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| You question my beliefs
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| Seems life is so expensive
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| Ends are hard to meet
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| You make me feel offensive
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| In ev’ry move I make
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| I’m always up against the wall
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| And it’s just too much to take
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| Yes I’ve been named a coward
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| I’m not a living friend
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| Yes I’ve been named a coward
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| A coward 'till the end
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| Whoa Whoa oh oh
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| Why am I to blame
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| Why am I put up on trial
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| When it’s you who should be questioned
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| For all the people you defiled
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| You stay in all my nightmares
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| Until the very end
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| She’s the only one who cares
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| In her I have a friend
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| Yes I’ve been named a coward
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| I’m not a living friend
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| Yes I’ve been named a coward
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| A coward 'till the end whoa
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| Yes I’ve been named a coward
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| A coward 'till the end
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| (repeat to fade) |