| He was barely a man that morning when he got on that plane
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| In his pocket some music and pictures of home
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| A few days later he’s lying in the jungle, beneath the pouring rain
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| Listening to songs of freedom, feeling scared and alone
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| Can anybody tell me why I’m here, where’s the rhyme where’s the reason
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| It’s all so crazy, it’s madness over here, just who are we fighting for
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| The guys back home, they’re feelin' no pain, yeah, they’re living and lovin'
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| While we are flyin', dancin' and dyin' in this rock 'n roll war.
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| Everything looked the same that morning, when he came home again
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| In his baggage some medals and memories of war
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| But he was different, changed forever and out of touch with time
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| Walking the streets of home, he felt lost and alone
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| Can anybody tell me where I am, I feel like a stranger
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| Some call me hero, some have called me names, some don’t call anymore
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| I made it home, but I’m still in pain, I’m not livin' or lovin'
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| For I’m still flyin', fightin' and dyin' in that Rock n' Roll war
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| Tell everybody I feelin' better, It’s been slow but I’m healing
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| Through mother earth and father time, I don’t hurt like before
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| I love a good woman, we have a son, he’s our joy, our salvation
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| May he never fly in, fight in or die in some rock 'n roll war
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| Tell everybody I’m doin' all right, yes, I’m livin' and lovin'
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| For I’m done flyin', livin' and dyin' in that rock n' roll war. |