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Vietnam |
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Fighting for my country in a foreign land |
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For a cause in which I don’t believe |
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In the deep of the jungle I will take my stand |
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I’m the last one in my group and Charlie closes in |
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| A soldier’s path is covered in blood |
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| His conscience is never really clean |
| The things I’ve done for my country |
| Is reoccurring in my scary dreams |
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| They say War is hell and I have to agree |
| Hell is steamy hell is green and hell is hot |
| Will I ever leave this hated place? |
| Or have they left me here to rot |
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| A finger on the trigger, a Vietcong in sight |
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Trying to stay focused with all my might |
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I know my enemy but I feel no hate |
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But I will do my duty and seal his fate |
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