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I was travelin' in a caravan |
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Out across the desert sand |
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Fourth battalion of the infantry |
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Headin' in towards the enemy |
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Or at least that's what they're tellin' me |
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Wind blowin' across a cross-eyed sun |
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Shapes movin' on the hills |
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I picture you by a swimmin' pool |
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Tell me baby, am |
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I still your man |
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Fightin' here in this foreign land? |
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Foreign land |
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I heard nothin' but the sound of death |
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I was pushed through the ground |
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I woke up on a forest floor |
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Lookin' up through a group of men |
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Lookin' up at where the sun had been |
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Sun had been |
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Lookin' up at where the sun had been |
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Lookin' up at where the sun had been |
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Lookin' up at where the sun had been |
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Lookin' up at where the sun had been |
