I've the fresh young faces
Of these soldiers that they've made
Behind those infamous uniforms
You wonder if they're afraid
Loading bags on the handcart
Smoke a final cigarette
The flights takes off in a couple of minutes
They gotta break that nervous sweat
From roadside baggage to roadside bombs
Your life won't be the same
Taking that deep transition
Once you set foot off the plane
Who knows if you'll be back someday
To walk these halls again
You say goodbye to your loved ones
Your family and your friends
When you can't shake the pain of the memories
You start living for the day
You may laugh harder than you have ever
But you crash in a similar way
This ain't Hollywood
Of these soldiers that they've made
Behind those infamous uniforms
You wonder if they're afraid
Loading bags on the handcart
Smoke a final cigarette
The flights takes off in a couple of minutes
They gotta break that nervous sweat
From roadside baggage to roadside bombs
Your life won't be the same
Taking that deep transition
Once you set foot off the plane
Who knows if you'll be back someday
To walk these halls again
You say goodbye to your loved ones
Your family and your friends
When you can't shake the pain of the memories
You start living for the day
You may laugh harder than you have ever
But you crash in a similar way
This ain't Hollywood
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