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Marching Man

Hey there! Marching man. Got a machine gun. In your hands. So, you know How to run. Stone cold. Burning gas. The fife with drum. And claymores blast You won't cut or run. When time comes to stand. The total Bad Ass. Knows that they can. American soldier. A marching Man.

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