| Nothing that I’ve ever seen
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| Now means much of anything
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| In traveling through this part of you
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| And the Vietnam that I had dreamed
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| The place you wore your life «fatigued»
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| I’m traveling through this part of you
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| Where are you amongst this madness
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| On the streets of Saigon?
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| Where were you in 1969?
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| When I was but a youth
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| Oh, here were you
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| You were traveling through this part of you
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| I’ll make my way now on my own
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| Back to my home to live alone
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| I have traveled through this part of you
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| Yet, I will save this time and place
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| For the time when I can say
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| I traveled truth this part of you
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| Repeat Chorus
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| You were an American boy
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| Whose innocence was lost here in the wat
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| And I wear your scars
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| While traveling through this part of you
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| Nothing that I’ve ever seen
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| Now means much of anything
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| In traveling through this part of you
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| And the Vietnam that I had dreameed
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| The place you wore your life «fatigued»
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| I’m traveling through this part of you
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| I’m traveling through this part of you
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| I’m traveling through this part of you |