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So you're caught in the night of a new firefight |
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In a jungle that's so hot that it steams |
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An explosion just ahead does announce the newly dead |
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Is it right to call a nightmare a dream? |
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And the tracers probe on 'til a close friend is gone |
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And you find yourself embracing ground |
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And your foe is as near as the silence you hear |
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As he stops to load in another round |
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Battles raging, it's all staging 'til you realize |
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Another way you can die |
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Still you know they're out there, feel their eyes, feel their stares |
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Though there's not a single life can see |
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But you now fire back for their tracers leave tracks |
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Pointing out the places where they must be |
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Though a gun's taken out, there's another, no doubt |
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And so you must continue the game |
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And you know in this fight that the value of life |
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On the other side is not quite the same |
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Battles raging, it's all staging as your mind denies |
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Another way you can |
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I see a figure in my rifle sight who does not know that he's there |
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And as I hesitate to take his life |
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The ground explodes, my blood, it flows |
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My heart is racing, time's escaping as |
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I feel it slowly scraping by |
