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I left home at eighteen I left for a life that wasn't so clean I learned how to kill another human being So that my children could have dreams I wrote my will at nineteen Do you know what that meansI had learned to put others before me Before I learned to do taxes I learned to give up everything So my friends could come back thenI had friends in college And they go home now and then I had friends downrange that I will never see againI don't get paid alot And I don't know the next time I'll be back But so long as there's a fight to be fought I have a hundred and sixty thousand brothers at my backSo don't worry about me just enjoy your Mc-D'...