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There's a purple heart on the stars and stripes tonight |
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It's pinned to the chest of the latest liar |
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And if you try to speak your mind |
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They tell you keep it to yourself |
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You got friends in the armed forces |
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They wanna know which side you're on |
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Doesn't matter cause we'll all be off |
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To train, to fight |
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Disregard our human rights |
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To play the part |
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The consciense of the damned |
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You say you're defending me |
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I'm sick of tying yellow ribbons |
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Praying not to see |
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Another folded flag to a mourning lover |
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He was an army of one but they'll find another |
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And in the fold of the body bag |
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Somebody check for a heart |
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You got friends in the armed forces |
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Now we know what a soldier costs |
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It's the cost of the rest of us |
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To take a life |
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We all have our price |
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The wife and kids sleep soundly in their beds |
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You say you're defending me |
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I'm untying yellow ribbons |
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On every single tree I see |
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They'll float like butterflies back home |
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And I can feel the desert's heat |
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When you're standing next to me |
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Friendship offers no relief |
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Stay with me now, just hear me out |
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Don't want to lose you to that great black cloud |
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Coming down |
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You see in the path a bullet makes |
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When it calls you by your name |
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And the medic can't play the rythym of your heart |
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So it starts to fade like footsteps in the march |
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The parade passes by our fingertips |
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As lives once were right |
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To change our minds |
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Everything that's wrong looks right |
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The lives we lead |
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Are somewhere in between |
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You say you're defending me |
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I'm sick of tying yellow ribbons |
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Praying not to see |
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We're not going to hell |
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To run rings around a wishing well |
