I hold the cold steel of my rifle
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as I dream of foreign lands
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And I promise myself
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I will cherish every moment I can
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But there's ghosts that follow me around
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Everywhere I am
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When I say goodbye
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I try to be strong
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Now I'm going back to the U.S.
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where I belong
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I ain't never alone
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The war seems to follow me home
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No longer an active soldier
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When I walk down the street
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I'm shaking hands
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with everyone that I meet
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And I watch everyone
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wondering what they see
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Civilian ways are now
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what's foreign to me
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I came off a long tour
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I left this place in two o three
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May we never forget the sacrifices
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My friends made for me
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I live in Marysville
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out on the county line
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And my Brother and my Mother
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both visit me all the time
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And visions of you
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are always running right through my mind
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We always talk about
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what we're gonna do
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when the war is won
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We're gonna fix up them old cars
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and ride them into the sun
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When I heard you're no longer with us
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Man I was done
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Civilian ways are now
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what's foreign to me
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I came off a long tour
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I left this place in two o three
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May we never forget the sacrifices
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My friends made for me
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[x3]
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Civilian Ways
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| Rancid |
