He grew up in some forgotten midwest town
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His mama raised him well
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Barely getting by, but he'd be okay
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As far as he could tell
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Oh, the plant in town closed ten years ago
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Now an empty ghost ship stands
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For the last nine months he's tried to find a job
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But there's nothing to be had
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So he signs up to fight for Uncle Sam
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It's the only choice he's got
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To fight a desert war with another land
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Only to find peace or not
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He's a moving target in a desperate place
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Every day is a twist of fate
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Oh, his family wonders if he'll make it home
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Knowing his faith's his saving grace
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Now he's waking up in a strange land
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To face an even stranger day
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Brave ones, standing tall
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Keep them all out of harms way
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Now he's waking up in a strange land
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To face an even stranger day
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Brave ones, standing tall
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Keep them all out of harms way
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Keep them all out of harms way
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Harms way
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Oh, they sent him home to his family
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Nursing wounds that no one sees
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Certain scents and smells trigger flashback spells
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That rewind the tragedy
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All these memories hold him prisoner
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Cause of the violence he regrets
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What was his ticket out is his nightmare now
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In a war he can't forget
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Now he's waking up in a strange land
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To face an even stranger day
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Brave ones, standing tall
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Keep them all out of harms way
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Now he's waking up in a strange land
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To face an even stranger day
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Brave ones, standing tall
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Keep them all out of harms way
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Keep them all out of harms way
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Harms way
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Out Of Harms Way
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| Journey |
