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In
the Name of Allah, Most
Gracious, Most Merciful
The days...of a violent past...
memories that linger and last...
They take me to a distant time...
to a life...without reason or rhyme...
a distant time...
Tryin' to be a man at just nineteen...
surrounded by an enemy unseen...
Fighting in a dark and restless land,
we didn't then and still don't understand...
I remember when we went up to Khe Sahn...
now all the friends I had back then are gone...
Victims of a war we could not win...
condemned...for our patriotic sin...
And I'm tired of people askin' me why...
I fought in a war that was just a lie...
They don't understand, I don't give a damn...
for politics...or Vietnam...
I only want everyone...
to be as free as me.......
I sometimes miss how simple life was then...
and the heroes like Puller, Black and Flynn...
Warriors sent to die so far from home...
Now, they've gone away and left me all alone...
Why do I feel so out of place...?
Where I've been is written on my face...
People see it mirrored in my eyes...
the painful truth...so many still deny...
And I'm tired of people askin' me why...
I fought in a war that was just a lie...
They don't understand, I don't give a damn...
for politics...or Vietnam...
I only want everyone...
to be as free as me....
The days...of a violent past...
memories that linger and last...
They take me to a distant time...
to a life...without reason or rhyme...
a distant time.......
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