| So you’re caught in the night of a new firefight
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| In a jungle that’s so hot that it steams
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| An explosion just ahead does announce the newly dead
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| Is it right to call a nightmare a dream?
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| And the tracers probe on 'til a close friend is gone
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| And you find yourself embracing ground
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| And your foe is as near as the silence you hear
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| As he stops to load in another round
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| Battles raging, it’s all staging 'til you realize
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| Another way you can die
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| Still you know they’re out there, feel their eyes, feel their stares
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| Though there’s not a single life can see
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| But you now fire back for their tracers leave tracks
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| Pointing out the places where they must be Though a gun’s taken out, there’s another, no doubt
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| And so you must continue the game
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| And you know in this fight that the value of life
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| On the other side is not quite the same
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| Battles raging, it’s all staging as your mind denies
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| Another way you can
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| I see a figure in my rifle sight who does not know that he’s there
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| And as I hesitate to take his life
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| The ground explodes, my blood, it flows
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| My heart is racing, time’s escaping as I feel it slowly scraping by |