I hear the choppers coming, They're flying overhead. They've come to get the wounded, They've come to get the dead.
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My buddy's in a foxhole,
A bullet in his head,
The medic says he is wounded,
But I know that he's dead
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I ran to tell the CO About my buddy's head But when I got there, The CO was dead
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And now the battle's over, and smoke is all around. We wanted to go home, But we're six feet underground.
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