We turned 20 in the jungle behind the barrel of a gun
We spent our best years fighting in a war we never won
They called us in a letter and we had to say goodbye
They said it was our duty but they never told us why

But I still hear the chopper blades and I still the smell the smoke
And the ones of us who left there never really made it home
And the people who waited don't know us anymore
We lost so much more than blood fighting somebody else's war

They painted us a picture, they said the cause meant so much more
But we were only dog tags, just pawns on a board
They never knew our names but they carved them in the stone
So they could tell our parents that we didn't die alone

But I still hear the chopper blades and I still smell the smoke
And the ones of us who left there never really made it home
And the people who waited don't know us anymore
We lost so much more than blood fighting somebody else's war

Sometimes I get visits from the men we left behind
Well you can call them ghosts, but they're just heroes froze in time

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