When you're used up,
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Where do you go,
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Soldier
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Mother dry your eyes,
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There's no need to cry
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I'm not a boy,
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It's what I signed up for
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When you're used up,
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Where do you go,
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Soldier
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I can't take the heat,
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And I hardly sleep anymore
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What'd we come here for
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Standing out here in the desert
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Trying to protect an oil line
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I'd really like to do my job but
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This ain't the country that I had in mind
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They call this a war on terror
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I see a lot of civilians dying
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Mothers, sons, fathers and daughters
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Not to mention some friends of mine
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Some friends of mine
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Was supposed to leave last week
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Promises they don't keep anymore
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Got to fight the rich man's war
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When you're used up,
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Where do you go,
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Soldier
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Late in 2004
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Comes a knock at the door
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It's no surprise
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Mother dry your eyes
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Mother don't you cry, no, no
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Someone told you a lie
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Yes they did, why
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Mother don't you cry, oh no
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Mother don't you cry
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When you're used up,
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Where do you go,
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Soldier
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Where do you go,
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Twenty
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| Robert Cray |
