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Naked as sin, an army
Covering my
Some of us blush,
turning to jelly
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I was still a kid
were a hundred like me
I a naked body
A body followed me
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I was just a kid
my innocence was lost
In a mobile army
Gift the army, free of cost
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Me, I really have liked
A touch of tenderness
Maybe a word, a
An hour of
But, next,

Oh, it so tragic
The heavens did not fall
But how much of that
I hated being at all
Next, next Now I will recall
The brothel truck, the flags
The lieutenant who slapped
Our asses as if we were
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I on the wet head
Of my first of gonorrhea
It is his voice
That I hear
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That voice stinks of whiskey
Of and of mud
It is the voice of
It is the thick of blood
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And the each woman
I have to bed
to laugh in my arms
To whisper my head
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All the and the dead
hold each others hands
As they me scream at night
In a no one understands
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And when I am not
In a voice dry and hollow
I stand on endless lines
Of the following and the
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One day I'll cut my off
Or myself alive
Anything, I'll do
To get out of to survive
Never to be
to be next.