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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 am I gonna carry on when everything is gone?
Native son, where have you gone?
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?
Native son, where have you gone?
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?
Native son (How am I supposed to carry on?)
Where have you gone? (How am I supposed to carry on?)
Native son (How am I supposed to carry on?)
You're not coming home (All my faith is gone)
Native son (How am I supposed to carry on?)
Where have you gone? (All my faith, all my faith is gone)
Native son (How am I supposed to carry on?)
You're not coming home
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