| Please let us at them
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| Goes the barrack room cry
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| I’m glad I’m not going
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| I’m not dying to die
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| I’ve got all my medals
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| Survived sneak attacks
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| It’s not worth all the feelings
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| And compassion I lack
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| Out on the run, guns at your back
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| They’ve got you in their sights
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| Everyone’s gone, they’re dead in a trench
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| Endless, sleepless nights
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| I’ve been to the jungle
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| In garrison file
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| I’ve walked death’s quiet paths
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| Each lonely mile
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| I killed for no reason
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| My heart grew stone cold
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| With a gun in your hand
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| Suddenly you think you’re so bold
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| Out on the run, guns at your back
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| They’ve got you in their sights
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| Everyone’s gone, they’re dead in a trench
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| Endless, sleepless nights
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| Out on the run, guns at your back
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| They’ve got you in their sights
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| Is the method to your madness now
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| To try to end your life?
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| Captive there and all alone
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| I would bide my time
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| I’d write my family and all my friend
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| And tell them I am doing fine
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| But why is there blood upon my chest?
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| Is there a method to this madness?
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| Twenty one guns salute you
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| When you die
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| Twenty one guns salute you
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| Why, oh why?
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| Your gravestone reads
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| You were a patriot’s son
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| But nobody cares
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| When all is said and done
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| Out on the run, guns at your back
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| They’ve got you in their sights
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| Everyone’s gone, they’re dead in a trench
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| Endless, sleepless nights
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| Out on the run, guns at your back
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| They’ve got you in their sights
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| Is the method to your madness now
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| To try to end your life? |