| Well, the first thing I remember is the last thing that I saw,
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| Morning hit the barrel of a rifle going off.
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| Then the daylight wrapped around me,
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| Then I heard the sergeant scream,
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| Then all my reservations fell gently at my feet.
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| Now my heart is free.
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| My heart is free, and all the things that hold a man no longer carry me.
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| I was sure there was a reason to take that side and fight,
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| But when I saw the trembling hands that put that shot in flight,
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| I saw the hands of Jesus, saw the shores at Normandy,
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| Saw a hundred thousand weary lost and homesick boys like me.
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| Now my heart is free.
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| My heart is free, and all the things that hold a man no longer carry me.
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| The courage asked of my heart has traveled far beyond those lines.
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| Seems it’s always for a few men that so many of us die.
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| You don’t remember my name or the girl that I made proud,
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| And whatever drew me from her arms is nothing to me now.
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| Now my heart is free.
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| My heart is free, and all the things that hold a man no longer carry me. |