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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blues Traveler
Blues Traveler
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brendan Hill
Brendan Hill
Composer
Blues Traveler
Blues Traveler
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Blues Traveler
Blues Traveler
Producer
David Swanson
David Swanson
Producer
Steve Thompson
Steve Thompson
Mixing Engineer
Michael Barbiero
Michael Barbiero
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Hot lights across his face They told him he was just a disgrace Stripped down like a frightened child A shadow stood before him He thought he saw a smile Guilty of nothing more than fear It was the dogs of war that sent him here Caught across enemy lines Shot in the back Now he's running out of time They all said they loved him But where were they all now Thinking about his hometown Back in New York City A slap across his face Brings him back to this painful place He would not talk God save his soul They took him out and beat him His mind felt cold A change takes place It makes you feel numb Realizing you're just a man Can make your soul want to run Standing in the firing line The smoke fills his lungs one last time And with his last breath he cries out Dear God what have I done A shot rings out
Writer(s): Brendan Hill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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