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
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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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He knows he shouldn't kill
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But he knows he always will
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Kill you, my friend, for me and me for you
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He's fighting for Canada, he's fighting for France
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He's fighting for the U.S.A.
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He's fighting for the Russians
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And he's fighting for Japan
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And he thinks, he'll put an end to war that way
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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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But he never sees the writing on the wall
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But without him how would Hitler have condemned them 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
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As the 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 brother, can't you see?
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This is not the way to put an end to war
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Universal Soldier
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| Glen Campbell |
