Deep in the field
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A lone soldier stands
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With mud on his boot
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And blood on his hands
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They left him behind
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To bury the dead
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And to say a few words on behalf of the leadership
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Pardon me, boys
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If I slip off my pack
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And sit for a while with you
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I'd like to explain
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Why you fine young men had to be blown apart
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To defend this mud hole
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Now our country, boys
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Though it's quite far away
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Found itself jeopardized
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Endangered, boys
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By these very gooks
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Who lie here beside you
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Forever near
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Forever
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We'd like to express
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Our deep admiration
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For your courage under fire
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And your willingness to die
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For your country, boys
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We won't forget
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We won't forget
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Song For The Dead
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Randy Newman |