.I pull my boots off, throw my weapons on the floor>
Cry my eyes out, in my private little war>
Well it seems I've been a soldier>
Heaven knows I've been no saint
In my camouflage and armor, cold heart and grease paint
To you this has no meaning the Armistice laid down
The armies.
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