(Buffy Sainte-Marie)
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He's five foot two and he's six feet four
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He fights with missiles and with spears.
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He's all of thirty one, and he's only seventeen,
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He's been a soldier for a thousand years.
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He's a Catholic, a Hindu, an Atheist, a Jain,
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A Buddhist and a Baptist and a Jew
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And he knows he shouldn't kill
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And he knows he always will,
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Kill you for me, my friend, and me for you.
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And he's fighting for democracy, he's fighting for the Reds,
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He says it's for the peace of all.
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He's the one who must decide
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Who's to live and who's to die,
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And he never sees the writing on the wall.
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But without him how would Hitler have condemned him at Dachau?
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Without him Caesar would have stood alone.
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He's the one who gives his body as a weapon of the war,
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And without him all this killing can't go on.
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He's the universal soldier, and he really is to blame
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His orders come from far away no more
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They come from him, and you and me,
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And brothers, can't you see,
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This is not the way we'll put the end to war.
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Universal Soldier
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| Lobo |
