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