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Dying Soldier

Christy Moore
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Christy Moore


"Look at the dying soldier"
I heard someone whisper
Then I saw the blood come through my shirt
Am I going to die here?
I don't want to die here
Someone come and pick me from the dirt
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 alone

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 want to die here
Don't let me die here alone

My eyes are closing
I see someone coming
He turns his back and runs away
They've stopped shooting
It's started raining
This must be the way
I don't want to die here
Don't let me die here alone

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



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