The Dying Soldier

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Look at the dying soldier, I heard 
someone whisper
    Em
And then I saw the blood come 
through my shirt
Am
 Am I going to die here? I don't 
want to die here
Em
Someone come and pick me from the 
dirt
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 I don't belong here, I don't want
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 to die here, oh no
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 I don't belong here, don't let me
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 die here, oh no


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My hands are getting colder, my 
thoughts are growing weaker
This must be the way it is
Stop the shooting, don't you see I'm
 dying
Someone come and say a prayer
I don't belong here, I don't want to
 die here, oh no
I don't belong here, Don't let me 
die here, oh no


My eyes are closing, I see someone 
coming
But he turns his back and runs away
They've stopped shooting, it's 
started raining
This must be the way
I don't belong here, I dont want to 
die here, oh no
I don't belong here, Don't let me 
die here, oh no


I want to go back home where my 
friends are
I want to go on living there (said 
the dying soldier)
I want to go back home where my 
friends are
I want to go on living there (said 
the dying soldier)
I want to go back home where my 
friends are
I want to go on living there (said 
the dying soldier)