| I seen another soldier who got wasted in the war
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| He said he left his soul there overseas
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| The notion he defended doesn’t matter anymore
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| And circumstance had brought him to his knees
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| We sat there in the silence of a cold and empty room
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| Down the Hall I heard a baby cry
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| He looked up from the potion he was cooking in a spoon
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| And nailed me with the anger in his eye
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| He said, do you really believe in Freedom?
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| I said, I do
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| He said, oh, what about me?
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| They killed both of her parents in an undercover war
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| For wanting all their children to be free
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| She said, it’s even sadder that it’s in El Salvador
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| They named it for the Savior don’t you see
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| Suddenly the Truth was like a blinding flash of light
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| Holy Thunder rolled across the sky
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| I stared into the wonder of the Warrior Jesus Christ
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| And destiny was burning in his eyes
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| He said, do you really believe in Freedom?
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| I said, I do
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| He said, oh, what about me?
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| And the Sandinista said, do you really believe in Freedom?
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| I said, I do
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| He said, oh, what about me? |