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(intro) G A
Am
'Look at the dying soldier', I heard someone whisper,
Em
then I saw the blood come through my shirt.
Am
Am I going to die here? I don't want to die here,
Em
someone come and pick me from the dirt.
G A
I don't belong here, I don?t wanna die here alone,
G A
I don't belong here, don't let me die here alone.
Am
My hands are getting colder, my thoughts are growing weaker,
Em
this must be the way it is.
Am
Stop the shooting, don't you see I'm dying,
Em
someone come and say a prayer.
G A
I don't belong here, I don?t wanna die here alone,
G A
I don't belong here, don't let me die here alone.
Am
My eyes are closing, I see someone coming,
Em
he turns his back and runs away.
Am
They've stopped shooting, it's started raining,
Em
this must be the way.
G A
I don't belong here, I don?t wanna die here alone,
G A
I don't belong here, don't let me die here alone.
Am
I want to go back home where my friends are,
G Em
I want to go on living there, said the dying soldier
Am
I want to go back home where my friends are,
G Em
I want to go on living there, said the dying soldier.
Am
I want to go back home where my friends are,
G Em
I want to go on living there, said the dying soldier....
Written by Ger Costello