| Creeping through the undergrowth
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| Gun in hand, heart in mouth
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| Nothing moves although it seems
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| That everywhere my heart is beating
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| Camouflage, to the ground
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| Take me down, take me down
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| Without a trace, without a sound
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| Into the evening shadows
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| Let me fall
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| Make a sound, dodge and weave
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| Stop and hear the forest breathe
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| Silence is your only friend
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| Remember this, especially when
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| Death is hiding in the trees
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| Look for faces in the leaves
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| Or in a foxhole underground
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| And if you’re hit, don’t make a sound
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| Just fall
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| Something moving to the left
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| Duck and turn, don’t take a breath
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| Softly leveling the gun
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| Make your movements all in one
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| Everything is quite now
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| Turn around, turn around
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| Don’t make a mess, don’t make a sound
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| I hear a crack and to the ground
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| I fall |