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I'm Laying Down My Gun

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Well he's the boy next door, he used to carry your bags at the grocery store He's somebody's son, in a hole with a gun, in a foreign land Tryin' to hold on to his American dream
If you're reading this Half way around the world I won't be there to see the birth of our little girl I hope she looks like you I hope she fights like me Stands up for the innocent and the weak I'm laying down my gun I'm hanging up my boots Tell dad I don't regret that I followed in his shoes
Christopher Orr