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What will you find, where will you be |
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When you've got to trade for company |
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Those plastic guns and infantry |
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For a silent army in the trees |
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Well this ain't the woods behind the house |
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There ain't nobody screaming out |
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For you to come inside and eat |
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You're just holding your friends and watching them bleed |
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Wore camouflage on Halloween |
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A plastic bag, an M-16 |
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Door to door and house to house |
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But there aint nobody handing it out |
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Yeah, nothing's ever what it seems |
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When you're kicking in teeth and wishing it dreams |
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Just plastic guns and infantry |
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For a silent army in the trees |
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Well baby don't you let me down |
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A world away and still somehow |
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Can't shake the feeling that you're out |
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With another man's arms wrapped tight around you |
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At night it's cold, we sit and freeze |
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Running red lights in our Humvees |
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Never thought I'd live to see the day I'd be |
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Afraid of little kids playing in the streets |
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Well this ain't the woods behind the house |
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There ain't nobody screaming out |
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For you to come inside and eat |
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You're just holding your friends and watching them bleed |
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I'm on fire |
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But all ice on the outside |
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That old man in the sky |
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Well he's all ice on the outside |
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A muted wail out in the streets |
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You watch the stage but burn the seats |
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Two metal legs to get along |
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You ain't got much without one to stand on |
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Sometimes at night I hear it roll |
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A hundred cars long pulling out slow |
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Like the engineers inside my head |
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Cold and dark like your side of the bed |
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Yeah, nothing's ever what it seems |
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And even if it is ends justify means |
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With plastic guns and infantry |
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For a silent army in the trees |
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I'm on fire |
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But all ice on the outside |
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That old man in the sky |
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Well he's all ice on the outside |
