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It's all been said, it's all been done |
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The war is over, the battle's won |
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Sour grapes, sweet revenge |
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Heaven starts right where hell ends |
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She was young, seventeen |
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She felt so soft she smelled so clean |
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Her aim was true, her heart was pure... |
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Until the day that her daddy walked out the door |
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She's lookin for a man and so much more |
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But her Uncle |
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Sam sent him off to war [Chorus] |
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And Little |
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Miss America, in all of your glory |
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She love the paparazzi, she's tryin to sell her story |
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She's gonna write a movie, she wanna be a star |
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But Little |
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Miss America, where did you get that scar? |
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Desert sun, blazin sand |
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Love in my heart, gun in my hand |
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Lost a leg, killed a man in mortal combat, hand to hand |
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Saw men killed, watched men die so many times that |
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I can't cry |
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It's been eighteen months since |
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I've seen home... |
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I get a purple heart, a good |
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G.I. Loan |
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They say God blesses every child with his own |
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But we're all gonna die in the dark alone [Chorus] |
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Back at home, it's kind of strange |
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Ain't nuttin happenin, ain't nuttin changed |
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Same old rules, same old game |
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Still I'm haunted by the names of all the friends, left behind |
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They weigh so heavy on my mind |
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At night I miss goin out on patrol... |
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The desert went and turned my warm heart cold [Chorus] [Outro] |
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Where did you get the scar? |
