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    Daddy was a soldier he taught me about freedom 
Peace and all the great things that we take
advantage of 
Once I fed the homeless, I'll never forget 
THE look upon their faces as I treated them with
respect 
And 
This is my Vietnam 
I'm at war 
Life keeps on dropping bombs 
And I keep score 
Momma was a lunatic, yes, she liked to push my buttons
She said I wasn't good enough, but I guess I
wasn't trying 
Never liked school that much, they tried to teach
me better 
But I just wasn't hearing it because I thought I
was already pretty clever 
And 
This is my Vietnam 
I'm at war 
Life keeps on dropping bombs 
And I keep score 
This is my Vietnam 
I'm at war 
They keep on dropping bombs 
And I keep score 
What do you expect from me? 
What am I not giving you? 
What could I do for you to make me OK in your
eyes? 
This is my Vietnam 
I'm at war 
They keep on dropping bombs 
And I keep score 
This is my Vietnam 
I'm at war 
Life keeps on dropping bombs 
And I keep score 
This is my Vietnam 
This is my Vietnam
    
            
                
                            
    
                
                
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