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Fighting for your counrty in the dessert overseas.
Your friends die all around, you were barely seventeen.
You never hid your head with the bullets all around.
Always followed every order, put the enemy in the ground.
Old Aged Prisoner.
Old Aged Prisoner.
Old Aged Prisoner.
Old Aged Prisoner.
Keeper of the country, hero of the brave.
You never ask for much but your country never gave.
Now you're in a tower block on the 13th floor.
You've had to sell all your medals to buy a lock for your front door.
Old Aged Prisoner.
Old Aged Prisoner.
Old Aged Prisoner.
Old Aged Prisoner.
Can't afford to heat your flat from the bitter winter cold.
You used to be a desert rat but today you are so old.
The kids in your neighbourhood think that you are mad.
It's a shame they never take the time to listen to the memories that you have.
Old Aged Prisoner.
Old Aged Prisoner.
Old Aged Prisoner.
Old Aged Prisoner.
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