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On the road to Basra stood young Lieutenant Jimmy Bly
Detailed to go through the clothes of the soldiers who died
At night in dreams he sees their souls rise
Like dark geese into the Oklahoma skies
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Well this is a prayer for the souls of the departed
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Those who've gone and left their babies broken-hearted
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This is a prayer for the souls of the departed
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Now Raphael Rodriguez was just seven years old
Shot down in a schoolyard by some East Compton Cholos
His mama cried, "My beautiful boy is dead"
In the hills the self-made men just sighed and shook their heads
This is a prayer for the souls of the departed
Those who've gone and left their babies broken-hearted
Young lives over before they got started
This is a prayer for the souls of the departed
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Yeah, tonight as I tuck my own son in bed
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All I can think of is what if it would've been him instead
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I want to build me a wall so high nothing can burn it down
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Right here on my own piece of dirty ground
Now I ply my trade in the land of king dollar
Where you get paid and your silence passes as honor
And all the hatred and dirty little lies
Been written off the books and into decent men's eyes
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