| Behind enemy lines. |
| I’m afraid, all alone
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| It’s just too dark to see where my troops
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| They have gone
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| I gotta fight my way back home
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| I gotta fight my way
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| Enemies closing in time to go
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| Time to move
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| I feel the pressure now time to think
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| Time to choose
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| I gotta fight my way back home
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| I gotta fight my way back home
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| I gotta fight my way
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| Bullers are flying by, there’s no chance
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| Gonna die
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| Out of the trenches now, gotta run
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| Gotta try
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| I gotta fight my way back home
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| I gotta fight my way
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| Skies turn from black to red
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| Grenades are falling all around
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| Just let my mother know
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| I was always homewardbound
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| I gotta fight my way back home
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| I gotta fight my way back home
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| I gotta fight my way
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| In a day or so I’ll be home
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| I gotta fight my way back home
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| In a day or so I’ll be home
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| I gotta fight my way back home
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| In a day or so I’ll be home
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| I gotta fight my way back home |