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I see the fire through the trees |
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Hear the hollers through the breeze |
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Drowning out the season like there's none |
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Hold the blue steel in my hands |
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Moving my feet over land |
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While I'm thanking God I've got a gun |
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Nothing like a war at hand |
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To turn a boy into a man |
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Learnin bout surviving on the run |
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Dodging whistles in the dark |
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Walkin soft and hiding sparks |
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Prayin bullets find another home |
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Oh here we go, another stand you know. |
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Carry on, carry strong, and pray that we don't fall between the lines. |
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I was born with a choice |
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Fight for freedom or fight the tours |
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Either way the fighting never ends |
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Stuck in mud in no mans land |
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Or resting easy in the sands smelling that |
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Great ocean in the wind |
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Oh here we go, another stand you know. |
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Carry on, carry strong, keep surviving keeping on. |
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Oh here we go, another stand you know. |
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What a rush oh what a ride either way I fall between the lines. |
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Oh please mama here my distant call |
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This may be my last stand after all |
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So if the night comes and I fall |
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Somewhere in the dark I ask |
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Know for greater good I gave my all |
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Give the ones I know my love |
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Tell them I was worth the blood |
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That I shed on grounds far from home |
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Oh here we go, another stand you know. |
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Carry on, carry strong, keep surviving keeping on. |
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Oh here we go, another stand you know. |
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What a rush oh what a ride either way I fall between the lines. |
