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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeSoldier Boy
Heard he grew up in QueensGot a bullet to the brainDug a step into fameBut that don't mean a thingSaid he'd rather be kingWith an absolute reign'Till he finds himself a victim of the game(He was stabbing her back, as a matter of fact)Then his life became seriousMarchin' like the soldierMarchin' like a soldier boyShow you the things that make a man a kingMarchin' like the soldierMarchin' like a soldier boyWhy don't you shine like you're the man againPeople say that you're blindThen they say that you're fineBut they won't help you findFind the road againIf they won't help you fightSo they torture your mindThen leave you delirious (hee hee hee), Oh myMarchin' like the soldierMarchin' like a soldier boyShow you the things that make a man a kingMarchin' like the soldierMarchin' like a soldier boyWhy don't you shine like you're the man againHee hee heeBaby, babyHee hee heeMarchin' like the soldierMarchin' like a soldier boyShow you the things that make a man a kingMarchin' like the soldierMarchin' like a soldier boyWhy don't you shine like you're the man againMarchin' like the soldierMarchin' like a soldier boyShow you the things that make a man a kingMarchin' like the soldierMarchin' like a soldier boyWhy don't you shine like you're the man again
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