The Dying Soldier Lyrics

'Look at the dying soldier,'
I heard someone whisper
And then I saw the blood come through my shirt
Am I going to die here?
I don't want to die here.
Someone come and pick me from the dirt.
I don't belong here,
I don't want to die here, oh no.
I don't belong here,
Don't let me die here, oh no.
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My hands get colder
My thoughts grow weaker.
This must be the way it is.
Stop the shooting,
Don't you see I'm dying,
Someone come and say a prayer.
I don't belong here,
I don't want to die here, oh no.
I don't belong here,
Don't let me die here, oh no.

My eyes are closing,
I see someone coming
But he turns his back and runs away.
They've stopped shooting,
It's started raining,
This must be the way.
I don't belong here,
I don't want to die here, oh no.
I don't belong here,
Don't let me die here, oh no..

I want to go back home where my friends are,
I want to go on living there...
I want to go back home where my friends are,
I want to go on living there...
I want to go back home where my friends are,
I want to go on living there... REPEAT