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In the first week of April
Two thousand and one
A man on the corner
Was calling me son
We'll pay for your college
You're set when you're done
Because there's always a job
For an army of one
In the first week of April
Two thousand and two
I caught a bullet
Outside of Kabul
They fished it out, sewed me up
Just like brand new
And sent me back out there
For round number two
In the first week of April
Two thousand and three
I was rolling through sandstorms
And no one could see
In the back of a Bradley
At the front of a breeze
That blew into Baghdad
And can't seem to leave
In the first week of April
Two thousand and four
They've said it's all over
But it still looks like war
You can't tell who's friendly
And you can't know the score
When you're fighting the ones
That you came to fight for
In the first week of April
Two thousand and five
Priority One
Is just staying alive
They shoot from the shadows
They hit you and hide
For each one we take down
Now there's two more arrive
In the first week of April
Two thousand and nine
We rotated home
For the very last time
But sweet home isn't home
In my dreams, in my mind
I'm still back in Iraq
I'm still walking the line
