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 


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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