(Claude S.)
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In the place that we call home
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We always suffer
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Many people seldom know
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They waste their lives away
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What they seem to hold inside
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Their tiny fragile hearts
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What they seem to whisper turned
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Instead into a dream
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Do you feel like a soldier?
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Do you feel like a child?
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The soldier is marching
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The child begins to cry
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The child begins to cry
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Something out there calls to me
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(Can you hear the voices)
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My existence can not be
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(There has to be a reason)
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Always so near me
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And always so clear
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Always just loud enough to
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Tear into my soul
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Do you feel like a soldier?
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Do you feel like a child?
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The soldier is marching
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The child begins to cry
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The child begins to cry
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"Today, there's no way
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we're going to live
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through out these loneliest of times
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it fills my empty life"
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Do you feel like a soldier?
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Do you feel like a child?
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The soldier is marching
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The child begins to cry
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(Repeat to end)
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Soldier & Child
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