I was travelin' in a caravan Out across the desert sand Fourth battalion of the infantry Headin' in towards the enemy Or at least that's what they're tellin' me
Wind blowin' across a cross-eyed sun Shapes movin' on the hills I picture you by a swimmin' pool Tell me baby, am I still your man Fightin' here in this foreign land? Foreign land
I heard nothin' but the sound of death I was pushed through the ground I woke up on a forest floor Lookin' up through a group of men Lookin' up at where the sun had been Sun had been
Lookin' up at where the sun had been Lookin' up at where the sun had been Lookin' up at where the sun had been Lookin' up at where the sun had been
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