| I watch another sun fall on the desert sand
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| And slowly I can feel the ache returning to my heart
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| I heard somebody say today we lost a man
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| And everybody’s got their own opinion
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| On whether it’s a good or bad thing we’re doing over here
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| But there’s a little girl in Georgia lying in her bed tonight
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| While her mother holds her close and whispers, «It's gonna be alright»
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| And they’ll pray themselves to sleep and dream about the day
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| When I’ll come walking back through the door
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| This is what I’m fighting for
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| We passed another playground on the road today
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| A little group of girls looked up and waved at us and smiled
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| I think it’s in their eyes I see the biggest change
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| Still everybody’s got their own opinion
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| I can see the good and bad but when I close my eyes
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| I see a little girl in Georgia lying in her bed tonight
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| While her mother holds her close and whispers, «It's gonna be alright»
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| And they’ll pray themselves to sleep and dream about the day
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| When I’ll come walking back through the door
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| This is what I’m fighting for
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| I know everybody’s got their own opinion
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| I’m just here to do my job and I can’t wait to get home
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| To that little girl in Georgia lying in her bed tonight
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| While her mother holds her close and whispers, «It's gonna be alright»
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| So I’ll pray myself to sleep and dream about the day
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| When I’ll go running back through that door
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| Back to what I’m fighting for, this is what I’m fighting for |