| What will you find, where will you be
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| When you gotta trade for company
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| Those plastic guns and infantry
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| For a silent army in the trees
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| Well this ain’t the woods behind the house
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| There ain’t nobody screaming out
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| For you to come inside and eat
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| You’re just holding your friends and watching them bleed
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| Wore camouflage on Halloween
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| A plastic bag, an M-16
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| Door to door and house to house
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| But ain’t nobody handing it out
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| Ya nothing’s ever what it seems
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| When you’re kicking in teeth and wishing it dreams
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| Just plastic guns and infantry
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| For a silent army in the trees
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| Now baby don’t you let me down
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| A world away and still somehow
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| I can’t shake the feeling that you’re out
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| With another man’s arms wrapped tight around you
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| At night it’s cold, we sit and freeze
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| Running 'red lights' in our Humvees
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| Never thought I’d live to see the day I’d be
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| Afraid of little kids playing in the streets
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| Well this ain’t the woods behind the house
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| There ain’t nobody screaming out
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| For you to come inside and eat
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| You’re just holding your friends and watching them bleed
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| I’m on fire
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| But all ice on the outside
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| That old man in the sky
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| Well he’s all ice on the outside
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| A muted wail out in the street
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| We watch the stage but burn the seats
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| Two metal legs to get along
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| You ain’t got much without one to stand on
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| Sometimes at night I hear it roll
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| A hundred cars long pulling out slow
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| Like the engineers inside my head
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| Cold and dark like your side of the bed
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| Ya nothing’s ever what it seems
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| And even if it is ends justify means
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| With plastic guns and infantry
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| For a silent army in the trees
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| I’m on fire
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| But all ice on the outside
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| That old man in the sky
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| Well he’s all ice on the outside |