| War in my baby from my breast
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| Now my name in rank cover my chest
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| Twenty-three hours I flew and wept
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| Twenty-three hours I never slept
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| Wiped my face, changed my soaking bra
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| Told my body not to feel at all
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| Tried to be like you, what must I do
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| To prove that I’m a brother too?
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| I thought RPGs were fireworks
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| That’s how green I was at first
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| Blood blistered feet, black and blue
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| I slid inside my blood filled boots
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| Seventeen-pound pack, push you on my back
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| Spilled my blood on the road, man, I carried my load
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| Kept you in my view, I’d die for you
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| Don’t that make me a brother too?
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| It’s okay to cry, that’s what you said
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| But if I do I’m damned anyway
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| I learned to cry without a sound
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| 'Cause I’m afraid you’ll put me down
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| You broke my heart on Veteran’s Day
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| Don’t you understand the words you say?
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| You raised a flag for the men who served
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| What about the women? |
| What do we deserve?
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| I was just like you when the bullets flew
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| I had your back, you had mine too
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| Brothers in arms, your sisters covered you
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| Don’t that make us your brother too?
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| Say it for me, say it for you
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| Your sisters are your brothers too |