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Cowboy Junkies
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I Don't Want To Be A Soldier
Well, I don't wanna be a soldier mamma, I don't wanna die Well, I don't wanna be a sailor mamma, I don't wanna fly Well, I don't wanna be a failure mamma, I don't wanna cry Well, I don't wanna be a soldier mamma, I don't wanna die Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no
Well, I don't wanna be a rich man mamma, I don't wanna cry Well, I don't wanna be a poor man mamma, I don't wanna fly Well, I don't wanna be a lawyer mamma, I don't wanna lie Well, I don't wanna be a soldier mamma, I don't wanna die Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no
Well, I don't wanna be a beggar mamma, I don't wanna die Well, I don't wanna be a thief now mamma, I don't wanna fly Well, I don't wanna be a churchman mamma, I don't wanna cry Well, I don't wanna be a soldier mamma, I don't wanna die Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, hit it
Well, I don't wanna be a soldier mamma, I don't wanna die Well, I don't wanna be a sailor mamma, I don't wanna fly Well, I don't wanna be a failure mamma, I don't wanna cry Well, I don't wanna be a soldier mamma, I don't wanna die Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no
I'm tilting on the break of shit Decisions making in my life makes me loose it I ain't taking it this way, I ain't making it There n mistakes but if I'm wrong I will pay for it
Like them bills I hate to pay もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Today I stay brave to win every day, I'm a soldier I don't wanna die, I ain't know killer either So why does mama cry?
She needs to feed her child But she's a child in her father's eyes Y'all better recognize the power parents recking with Does it make sense to make way for censorship?
It's brains we messing with Across the planes we got kids n chains and whips Who live their lives censor less but we couldn't give a shit I don't wanna lie, cheaters will cheat
Some will rather reach Jesus before meeting defeat I think it's easy to see, I, you be seeing these streets Sometimes my eyes can't believe what they see on TV Young like me sent over seas, sent over greed I believe
Is this what we need? Yo these guys like me To add fire to the fuel, life twisted my views Just from flicking the news I gives me the early twenty first century blues
But we making it threw, make what you make it You can't redo what you do I'm the living proof Making it through the twenty first century blues, peace
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