Little soldier, plastic pistol
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aiming for the head.
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Now you see me, now you don't.
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You missed me, you're dead.
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Laughing, hiding in the bushes,
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scatter for your life.
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Little soldier tripped and fell,
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get him with your knife.
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Electric eye is loaded,
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it shows them it's okay to kill.
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They eventually will.
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Mother calls you in for lunch,
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put the war on hold.
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Too rough to play with other kids,
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how many times you've been told.
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Laugh at pain it's silly.
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He'd make the soldiers bleed.
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Break the flesh, twist the bone,
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bring them to their knees.
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You don't throw stick and stone,
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you leave the little girls alone she said, leave them
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alone.
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First sight of blood at ten,
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fell off the swing and cracked his head, it's all red.
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A still and quiet conscience,
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regardless of their doom,
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The victims play, they're on their way,
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Soldier Boy.
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No sense they have, of ills to come.
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Nor care beyond ills of today,
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they've lost their way, Soldier Boy.
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Playgrounds into battle fields,
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diapers into greens and stripes,
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Mold plastic into steel, the war is real,
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the solders fight tonight.
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Little solder falls once more,
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sees red glow like the sun.
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Mother calls him back to
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Arlington, in Washington.
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You don't throw stick and stone,
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you leave the little girls alone she said, leave them
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alone.
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First sight of blood at ten,
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fell off the swing and cracked his head, it's all red.
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A still and quiet conscience,
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regardless of their doom,
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The victims play, they're on their way,
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Soldier Boy.
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No sense they have, of ills to come.
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Nor care beyond ills of today,
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they've lost their way, Soldier Boy.
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Soldier Boy
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Fates Warning |