| No one’s born to be a warrior
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| No one born an average man
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| We made one or the other
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| And we try to understand
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| Try to understand
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| He will long for the feeling
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| Standing strong with his brothers before the enemy
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| He will miss the quiet pride
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| Of his men at his side as he leads them into victory
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| He can wash the war paint off his face
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| And learn to love a bitter broken place
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| But nothing quite compares to the taste
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| He can’t replace it, no, no, no
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| No one’s born to be a warrior
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| No one born an average man
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| We made one or the other
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| And we try to understand
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| Try to understand
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| Warrior, warrior, warrior
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| Warrior, warrior, warrior
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| The pain takes a backseat for a cause
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| No applause from his country
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| No service leaves him lesser when he loses his suppressor
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| And the pain that comes is deafening
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| He can wash the war paint off his face
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| And learn to love a bitter broken place
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| No one’s born to be a warrior
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| No one born an average man
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| We made one or the other
|
| And we try to understand
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| Try to understand
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| Warrior, warrior, warrior
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| Warrior, warrior, warrior
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| Warrior, warrior, warrior
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| Warrior, warrior, warrior
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| We are born in hospitals in different states
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| To moms and dads who work and pray
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| That we’ll be saved, amazing grace
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| The chosen few get shipped away
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| For one more mile and one more day
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| And to harvest souls and bear the weight
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| And reap the tax that must be paid
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| Warrior, warrior, warrior
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| No one’s born to be a warrior
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| No one born an average man
|
| We made one or the other
|
| And we try to understand
|
| Try to understand
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| Warrior, warrior, warrior
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| Warrior, warrior, warrior
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| Warrior, warrior, warrior
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| Warrior, warrior, warrior |