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Well it was just another day, the napalm was fading away, and the Stench was hangin` in the air. Another round was comin` in, and I was huggin` the ground again, I could feel the heat of the fire. Then everything faded to black, and I was lyin` on my back, blood runnin` down through my hair. Colors were runnin` in my head; green, yellow, black and red. In the back of my throat, the taste of fear.
And I`ve got twenty more minutes of pain. I hope that I can hang on! Time is closin` in, the needle is my only friend. Please give me a shot of Morphine! The clouds are lookin grey, and I don`t have much to say. I hope the ride don`t last too long. The sound of the blade is cutting through the shade, and bodies scattered on the ground. Now I`m floating away, the chaplain, he`s starting to pray. His voice is the only sound.
And I`ve got twenty more minutes of pain. I hope that I can hang on! Time is closin` in, the needle is my only friend. Please give me a shot of Morphine! And I`ve got twenty more minutes of pain. I hope that I can hang on! Time is closin` in, the needle is my only friend. Please give me a shot of Morphine!
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