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You say you’re happy But you look so sad Did you think I would keep this bitter tongue Behind crooked teeth and angry gums? Now you’re upset But you’ve gotta admit, it’s catchy Not that I think you care But I don’t feel right being here I'm not gonna make it after all I am the last of my kind Just a yank in southern battlefields Behind enemy lines And alone to find out how I wound up here Every mistake, a reason to run But a good soldier marches on Knowing the worst may be still yet to come You don’t want to hear it When you could be wrong What’s a house? A bed? A pillow? A shed? If you got no trust then you got no chance You’ve got problems And your bags are getting heavy Letras de cancionesNot that I think you care But I don’t feel right being here I'm not gonna make it after all I am the last of my kind Just a yank in southern battlefields Behind enemy lines And alone to find out how I wound up here Every mistake, a reason to run But a good soldier marches on Knowing the worst may be still yet to come It was right before our eyes I am sorry but I had to write a song About how you were wrong I’m not even sure you were But dear, that’s how I cope It’s all I know Now we’re both casualties in this And Every kiss and every word They were bullets spraying hazardly from lips I am the last of my kind Just a yank in southern battlefields Behind enemy lines And alone to find out how I wound up here Every mistake, a reason to run But a good soldier marches on Knowing the worst may be still yet to come And the worst may be still yet to come From Letras Mania