Bury Me Far From My Uniform

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I was falling dead in battle

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Must have been Tuesday, I don't know the date

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I gave everything everyone asked for

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But I'll say where I'll be laid

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The many dead of my comrades

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All look the same in this place

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Won't you bury me far from my uniform

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So God might remember my face


Bridge:

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Just bury me far from my uniform

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From the iron cross medal I would've worn

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From the statues that sisters and widows mourn

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From the newspaper clippings in micro-form

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From Geneva, the Hague, and Nuremberg

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From the sex of this world that I'll no longer taste

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Won't you bury me far from my uniform

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So God might remember my face