| There are a lot of perfect reasons
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| To never fight another war
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| There are a lot of perfect questions
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| As to what’s worth fighting for
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| There are a lot of perfect fools
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| Who refuse to read the writing on the wall
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| But the truth is there are people
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| Who have made it crystal clear
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| That it is their holy mission
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| To destroy all we hold dear
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| And they are busily out searching
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| For the fire to make this towering nation fall
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| Now we can just sit back and wait
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| Until they spill more precious blood
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| Or we can seek these cowards out
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| And nip their slaughter in the bud
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| Adios, sweet home and family
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| I’m off to fight a war that must be won
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| You’ll know why I’m going
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| When you see the snow white rows of Arlington
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| Every blade of grass is sacred
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| Every headstone is a shrine
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| To somebody who was willing
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| To put existence on the line
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| The liberty we take for granted
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| It was purchased with their patriotic lives
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| Are their sleeping spirits restless?
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| Do they listen for the sound
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| Of the mustering of armies
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| To defend their hallowed ground?
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| Will we rise to the occasion
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| And ensure that their life’s legacy survives?
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| Though the willows blow soft breezes
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| They are whispering my name
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| Asking did they die for nothing
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| Aren’t I the keeper of the flame?
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| Adios, sweet home and family
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| Wave goodbye to your Louisiana son
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| You will know why I’m leaving
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| When you see the snow white rows of Arlington
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| Audios, sweet home and family
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| Wave goodbye to your Louisiana son
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| And if it be my fate you’ll find me
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| Proudly sleeping in the snow white rows
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| When you see the snow white rows of Arlington |