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I've been home about six months now
And I still have my doubts
Well, I'm not sure how I got here
Or how I'm gonna get out

My mama says I look the same
As I did before I left
But if she could see inside of me
It would, scare her to death

I can still taste the powder, from the barrel of my gun
And I can hear my sergeant screamin' "Run soldier run"
And I can feel the backpack on my shoulders, God it weighted a ton
And I see death in every single thought
They taught me how to put that uniform on
I just can't get it off

Last Saturday they honored us
In a small parade downtown
And when they set off those fireworks
I nearly hit the ground

And while they smiled and cheered for us
All I could do was stare
Cause part of me is here at home
And part of me is back there

I can still taste the powder, from the barrel of my gun
And I can hear my sergeant screamin' "Run soldier run"
And I can feel the backpack on my shoulders, God it weighted a ton
And I see death in every single thought
They taught me how to put that uniform on
I just can't get it off

Yeah there's no end in sight
Cause' even know I'm home now
I'm still fighting for my life

I can still taste the powder, from the barrel of my gun
And I can hear my sergeant screamin' "Run soldier run"
And I can feel the backpack on my shoulders, God it weighted a ton
And I see death in every single thought
They taught me how to put that uniform on
I just can't get it off

Well, the devil's want some battles
And he may win some war
But don't he know
The American soldier will always win the war

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