I was just hiding there and outta the corner of my eye I see this uniform, muddied up so his gear is even more camouflaged than when it was issued ta' him. His red eyes glaring at me through the weeds, searching with his barrel for the best shot, prob'ly says to himself, "Aim like there's a dartboard on his fuckin' chest." An' I'm thinkin' I hope this soldier ain't so good at darts. Yeah, fill me up, it's been a long trip. This juice, it warms y'up on those cold nights when you're sleeping under a black sky filled with shooting stars that give you nightmares. I dreamt my share of nightmares during the war, left me sweatin' an' paranoid an' lookin' for war at ev'ry corner I turned, now I check my back before I sip my beer. Got a light? Now this music... this I could listen to forever, each word escapes from his mouth, you can see it dancing, each word like the perfect girl. Yeah, it's Dylan. We listened to this during training, a pack of horny boys writing love letters, a little Playboy and some Dylan, we never thought about the future, you can't 'cause who knows if there is a future, can't touch the future, we only relied on what we could touch. Except Playboy, close enough. Another beer. Yeah, I'm on my way, it's been a long day. I wanna just collapse into some crisp sheets. You know, I missed clean sheets while I was gone. Those are the things you live for, crisp sheets, a cold beer, a game a' darts.
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