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How I remember the history I have seen |
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I was just a young boy,the horror I couldnt forsee |
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All the pain that comes with war |
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All the scars that never heal |
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Here in paradise the price is cheap |
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Young men die for greed |
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Across the ocean in a land they call Vietnam |
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Young men dying is all it would cost |
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We were told and proudly believed |
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They would fight to keep us free |
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Here in America the price is cheap |
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Young men die for what? |
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My brother,the soldier was a hero who survived |
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He'd tell the stories of men who died without dreams |
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And they fight for men twice their age |
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The smell of death made his life change |
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The price of paradise is stained with blood |
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Why? |
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All pawns and puppets of flesh and bone |
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Will die for their leaders far from their homes |
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These are men who died very young |
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Afraid to see that their cause was unjust |
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Why couldnt they live for life? |
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Not die to survive |