| I am a watchman
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| I know what nobody knows
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| I watch the wall
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| And see what the networks won’t show
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| Tonight the bullets fly
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| Enemy or friendly fire
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| Somebody’s gonna die, that’s right!
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| Me and my rifle Patrol the streets unknown
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| There’re many like it
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| BUT this one’s my own
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| Out here a tour of duty is a guided tour of hell
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| Still we prowl this dangerous roads alone
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| To nowhere
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| I take your picture with me Jesus,
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| I hated being all alone
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| I’m coming back home today
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| I’m bringing my body back to you
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| Someone’s waiting for me, sleeping safe at home
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| I said I’ll be back soon
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| But when nobody knows
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| There’s no greater love than to lay down one’s life
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| They’ll say I was brave
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| I made the ultimate sacrifice
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| «The secretary of the Army has asked me to express his deep regret
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| That your child was killed in action.
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| The secretary extends his deepest sympathy
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| To you and your family in your time of loss.
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| «The President would like you to have this book
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| On «How to apologize in 101 Middle Eastern dialects, and a free turkey.» |
| I take your picture with me Jesus
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| I hated being all alone
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| I’m coming back home today
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| I’m bringing my body back to you
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| While on his journey
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| The hot southern wind Had brought a sandstorm
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| And there is nothing he could do
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| But wrap his head, turn his back to the wind
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| And wait While the sand filled his nostrils and throat until he suffocates
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| I take your picture with me Jesus
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| I hated being all alone
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| I’m coming back home today
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| I’m bringing my body back to you
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| I take your picture with me Jesus
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| I hated being all alone
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| I’m coming back home today
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| I’m bringing my body back to you
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| I am a watchman
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| I know what nobody knows
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| I watch the wall
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| And see what the networks won’t show |