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Naked as sin, an towel
my belly
Some of us blush,
Knees turning to
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I was still a kid
There were a hundred me
I a naked body
A naked followed me
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I was still a kid
When my was lost
In a mobile army
Gift from the army, free of
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Me, I really would liked
A little touch of
a word, a smile
An of happiness
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Oh, it so tragic
The high did not fall
But how much of time
I being there at all
Next, next Now I always recall
The truck, the flying flags
The queer who slapped
Our as if we were fags
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I on the wet head
Of my first case of
It is his ugly
I forever hear
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voice that stinks of whiskey
Of and of mud
It is the of nations
It is the voice of blood
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And since the each
I have to bed
Seems to laugh in my
To whisper through my
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All the and the dead
Should hold each others
As they me scream at night
In a dream no one
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And I am not screaming
In a voice dry and hollow
I stand on endless lines
Of the and the followed
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One day I'll cut my off
Or burn alive
Anything, I'll do
To get out of to survive
Never to be
to be next.