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he grew up knowing life would turn out this way

all their pain and strife led him astray

what he's fighting for, he doesn't know

but one day he'll end up six feet below

out on the field it's only shades of gray

men fighting just to die another day

two sides fighting for the same thing

two sides fighting for one man's dream



we call ourselves patriots

we call them terrorists

standing here, on the fence

please tell me the difference



she got a letter in the mail

it said sorry hun, but your sons gone to hell

now she's wondering and she don't know why

for what cause will her son have to die?

days go by but nothing has changed

they fight but the outcome stays the same

a baby's born and his mother doesn't know

to what cause will his life go?



we call ourselves patriots

we call them terrorists

standing here, on the fence

please tell me the difference