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Intro: C G F C
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16 years old when I went to the war
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To fight for a land fit for heroes
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God on my side, and a gun in my hand,
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Chasing my days down to zero,
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And I marched and I fought and I bled and I died,
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And I never did get any older,
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But I knew at the time that a year in the line,
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Is a long enough life for a soldier,
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We all volunteered, and we wrote down our names,
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And we added two years to our ages,
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Eager for life and ahead of the game,
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Ready for history's pages,
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And we brawled and we fought and we whored 'til we stood,
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Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder,
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A thirst for the Hun, we were food for the gun,
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And that's what you are when you're soldiers,
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I heard my friend cry, and he sank to his knees,
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Coughing blood as he screamed for his mother,
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And I fell by his side, and that's how we died,
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Clinging like kids to each other,
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And I lay in the mud and the guts and the blood,
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And I wept as his body grew colder,
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And I called for my mother and she never came,
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Though it wasn't my fault and I wasn't to blame,
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The day not half over and ten thousand slain,
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And now there's nobody remembers our names,
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And that's how it is for a soldier.
Written by Ms-Whore