Let me tell you the story
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of a soldier named Dan
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Went out to fight the good fight
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in South Vietnam
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Went out to fight for peace
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liberty and all
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Went out to fight for equality
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hope let's go
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And the war drags on
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Found himself involved
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in a sea of blood and bones
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Millions without faces
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without hope and without homes
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And the guns they grew louder
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as they made dust out of bones
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That the flesh
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had long since left
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just as the people
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left their homes
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And the war drags on
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They're just there to try
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and make the people free
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But the way
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that they're doing it
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it don't seem like that to me
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Just more blood-letting
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and misery and tears
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That this poor country's known
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for the last twenty years
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And the war drags on
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Last night poor Dan
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had a nightmare it seems
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One kept occurring
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and re-occurring in his dream
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Cities full of people burn
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and scream and shoutin' loud
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And right over head
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a great orange
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mushroom cloud
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And there's no more war
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for there's no more world
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And the tears
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come streaming down
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Yes I lie crying on the ground
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THE WAR DRAGS ON
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Donovan |