| A young lady leaves her mother
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| With no one to love her
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| To protect her from the world
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| And I have seen the monsters
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| That will haunt her
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| That will tear her all apart
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| And at her gravestone
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| We will remember
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| Just where we were
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| When we knew she would go
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| And I still remember the day that we left her
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| And that’s when she said that she knows
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| How it goes
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| And we sang:
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| Your day will come, your day will come, your day will come
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| And no matter what they say
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| It won’t matter if you pray or if you sin
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| Cause in the end
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| It’s all the same
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| A young man becomes a soldier
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| He isn’t much older
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| Than a boy and that’s a shame
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| They will lead him into battle
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| Hand him medals when he comes home rearranged
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| And at the say-so
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| Of a man with a halo
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| He will obey he will fall into place
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| Remembered by ribbons but never forgiven
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| He’ll shoulder the bulk of the blame
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| What a shame
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| And we’ll sing
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| If I only had a dollar
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| For every horror
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| That befalls my fellow man
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| I’d never work another hour
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| But I’d grow sour
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| From the guilt and bitterness
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| The luck on the draw will
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| Determine the fallen
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| And everyone else will relax and move on
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| But what will you do when
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| They come looking for you friend?
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| I hope that you’re brave, and you’re strong
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| Through it all |