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Naked as sin, an army
my belly
Some of us blush,
Knees turning to
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I was just a kid
were a hundred like me
I followed a body
A naked body me
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I was just a kid
When my was lost
In a army whorehouse
Gift from the army, free of
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Me, I really would have
A little of tenderness
Maybe a word, a
An of happiness
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Oh, it so tragic
The heavens did not fall
But how much of time
I hated there at all
Next, next Now I will recall
The brothel truck, the flags
The queer lieutenant who
Our as if we were fags
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I swear on the wet
Of my first of gonorrhea
It is his voice
That I forever
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voice that stinks of whiskey
Of and of mud
It is the voice of
It is the voice of blood
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And since the each
I have to bed
to laugh in my arms
To whisper my head
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All the and the dead
Should hold others hands
As they me scream at night
In a dream no one
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And I am not screaming
In a voice grown dry and
I stand on naked lines
Of the following and the
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One day cut my legs off
Or myself alive
Anything, I'll do
To get out of to survive
to be next
to be next.