You want her to try new things
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She reminds you she wears your ring
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and after a couple drinks she's a little scared of you
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A good friend is hard to find
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You wish you could spend more time
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towing civilian lines, but they're all scared of you
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It's not the time that makes it go bad
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It's not the thought of what you could've had
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It's not the way that her figure has changed
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It's just that a soldier gets strange
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You know she's a real good girl
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She reminds you that every curl
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that whips in the wind of the world
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is watched by the eyes of God
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But lately your mane's gone white
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You itch in your veins in the night
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Before you "came home alright"
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you wielded the lightning rod
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It ain't the time that makes it go South
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It ain't the liquor that burns in your mouth
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Nearly nothing around here's changed
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It's just that a soldier gets strange
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She turns off the lights so you can't see her body
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You can't make her fight when you know that you're wrong
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They call you a hero, so many still fighting
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This ain't where you belong
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Maybe you'll re-enlist
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It couldn't be worse than this
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But think of the things you'll miss
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If you're inside the wire again
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It's not the dreams that keep you up late
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It's not the world you saw incinerate
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It's not the way that her figure has changed
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It's just that a soldier gets strange
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Most of all you got strange
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Soldiers Get Strange
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| Jason Isbell |
