| He said «Son, have you seen the world?
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| Well, what would you say if I said that you could?
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| Just carry this gun and you’ll even get paid.»
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| I said «That sounds pretty good.»
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| Black leather boots
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| Spit-shined so bright
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| They cut off my hair but it looked alright
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| We marched and we sang
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| We all became friends
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| As we learned how to fight
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| A hero of war
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| Yeah that’s what I’ll be And when I come home
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| They’ll be damn proud of me
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| I’ll carry this flag
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| To the grave if I must
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| Because it’s a flag that I love
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| And a flag that I trust
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| I kicked in the door
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| I yelled my commands
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| The children, they cried
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| But I got my man
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| We took him away
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| A bag over his face
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| From his family and his friends
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| They took off his clothes
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| They pissed in his hands
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| I told them to stop
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| But then I joined in We beat him with guns
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| And batons not just once
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| But again and again
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| A hero of war
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| Yeah that’s what I’ll be And when I come home
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| They’ll be damn proud of me
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| I’ll carry this flag
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| To the grave if I must
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| Because it’s a flag that I love
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| And a flag that I trust
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| She walked through bullets and haze
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| I asked her to stop
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| I begged her to stay
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| But she pressed on So I lifted my gun
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| And I fired away
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| The shells jumped through the smoke
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| And into the sand
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| That the blood now had soaked
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| She collapsed with a flag in her hand
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| A flag white as snow
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| A hero of war
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| Is that what they see
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| Just medals and scars
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| So damn proud of me And I brought home that flag
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| Now it gathers dust
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| But it’s a flag that I love
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| It’s the only flag I trust
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| He said, «Son, have you seen the world?
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| Well what would you say, if I said that you could?» |