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Here in the trenches the face to the beast
For fear of an atmosphere poison deceased
With a gas mask to keep me from breathing my death
It′s American soil I hope for at best
For the duty I serve can't begin to compare
To my ancestors′ battles and wars through the years
Though the loneliness strikes like an enemy shell
I pray for my home but still sit here in hell

Sail away to a place that's unknown
Taken away from my friends and my home
To a place they call sacred, a place I call hell
I long for that corner I once knew so well

Low to the grind it's all that I have
Work on and on with nothing to show
But a greying face in this dying place
That′s unlocking my solitude

I think of a place on a far away coast
Where friends are so dear and there′s reason to toast
A cloudy image of a Middle East land
Comes down and wrecks my hopeful thoughts

Sail away to a place that's unknown
Taken away from my friends and my home
To a place they call sacred, a place I call hell
I long for that corner I once knew so well

Here in the trenches the face to the beast
For fear of an atmosphere poison deceased
With a gas mask to keep me from breathing my death
It′s American soil I hope for at best
For the duty I serve can't begin to compare
To my ancestors′ battles and wars through the years
Though the loneliness strikes like an enemy shell
I pray for my home but still sit here in hell

Sail away to a place that's unknown
Taken away from my friends and my home
To a place they call sacred, a place I call hell

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