| When I was a young man I carried my pack
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| And lived the free life of the rover
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| I smoked on sativa, guitar on my back
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| And played my little songs all over
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| But in 2010, my country said: «son
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| It’s time to stop rambling, there’s work to be done»
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| And they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun
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| And they shipped me away to the war
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| And the DJ played Miley Cyrus
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| A Party in the USA
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| And the DJ played Miley Cyrus
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| And we flew to the Afghan that day
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| I remember the day our orders came in
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| I was scared and my stomach was sinking
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| And when Martinez got shot, I cried with my gun
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| And I fired right back without blinking
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| And we moved down the range, we pumped ourselves well
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| We chased them with bullets
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| And we showered them with shells
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| And in ten minutes flood we blown them to hell
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| I thought of my mom in Atlanta
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| Cause she always loved Miley Cyrus
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| A Party In The USA
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| Though the words seemed to take on new meaning
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| As I turned nineteen on that day
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| I looked at my brothers who’d once been young boys
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| And their eyes have gone black from the slaughters
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| And for ten weary weeks I kept myself for life
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| As we moved down the range towards the water
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| But then one day a shell knocked my ass over head
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| And when I woked up in my hospital bed
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| And when I saw what it had done I wished I was dead
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| I never knew there were worse things than dying
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| And the nurses hummed Miley Cyrus
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| As the doctors explained what was wrong
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| Yeah, the nurses hummed Miley Cyrus
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| But I no longer cared for that song
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| They collected the wounded, the crippled, the maimed
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| And they sent us all home to Atlanta
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| The armless, the legless, the blind and the insane
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| I wore fatigues and a blood red bandana
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| We landed on the same runway we’d lefted on February
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| And when I looked down where my legs used to be
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| I thanked God that no one was waiting for me
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| To grieve and to mourn and to pity
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| And the DJ played Miley Cyrus, again
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| A Party In The USA
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| And no one cheered they just stared at us
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| And slowly turned their heads away
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| Yes, they slowly turned their heads away |