We met as soul mates
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On Parris Island
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We left as inmates
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From an asylum
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And we were sharp
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As sharp as knives
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And we were so gung ho
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To lay down our lives
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We came in spastic
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Like tameless horses
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We left in plastic
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As numbered corpses
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And we learned fast
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To travel light
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Our arms were heavy
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But our bellies were tight
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We had no home front
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We had no soft soap
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They sent us Playboy
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They gave us Bob Hope
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We dug in deep
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And shot on sight
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And prayed to Jesus Christ
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With all of our might
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We had no cameras
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To shoot the landscape
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We passed the hash pipe
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And played our Doors tapes
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And it was dark
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So dark at night
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And we held on to each other
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Like brother to brother
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We promised our mothers we'd write
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And we would all go down together
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We said we'd all go down together
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Yes we would all go down together
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Remember Charlie
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Remember Baker
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They left their childhood
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On every acre
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And who was wrong?
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And who was right?
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It didn't matter in the thick of the fight
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We held the day
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In the palm
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Of our hand
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They ruled the night
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And the night
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Seemed to last as long as six weeks
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On Parris Island
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We held the coastline
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They held the highlands
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And they were sharp
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As sharp as knives
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They heard the hum of our motors
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They counted the rotors
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And waited for us to arrive
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And we would all go down together
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We said we'd all go down together
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Yes we would all go down together
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Goodnight Saigon
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| Billy Joel |
