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I could see the car arrive
the uniforms, they stepped outside
Doorbell rings and breaks the quiet
Hats in hand they come inside
The bitter truth, the disbelief
The shock at first, the waves of grief
How'm I gonna carry on
When everything is gone
Oh native son
Oh where have you gone
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
He was only seventeen
Local boy with small-town dreams
No one ever questioned it
Figured it was his best bet
Straight from school to his first tour
The constant fear that he endured
How are you gonna carry on
So far away from home
Oh native son
Oh where have you gone
Oh native son
You're not coming home
Folded flag, the family name
Proud soldier in a picture frame
How are we gonna carry on
When all our faith is gone
Oh native son
(How am I supposed to carry on)
Oh where have you gone
(How am I supposed to carry on)
Oh native son
(How am I supposed to carry on)
You're not coming home
(All my faith is gone)
Oh native son
(How am I supposed to carry on)
Oh where have you gone
(All my faith, all my faith is gone)
Oh native son
(How am I supposed to carry on)
You're not coming home