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Somebodys’ kid
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Jax (Pop)
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Eighteen with a machine in his hand With acne on his chin and a boot in the sand He's eighteen but he's double the man his daddy said he was From his twin-sized bed with a ceiling fan To a bunk bed in Afghanistan He's eighteen but he's still a man for us Cause there's no time for growing up When he's, out on the field he's got, a body of steal And his mama called twice even though he's off the grid He's a, a fighting machine and a mighty marine But he calls his mama back every chance he gets Cause еven superman is still, somebody's kid, somеbody's kid He's on watch all night but he's dreaming 'bout What his friends are doin' when he's not around He's so far out but his mind is halfway home He's counting down the MRE's till he gets to grandma's mac 'n cheese He's hoping that his flight won't take too long Cause tonight he's comin' home When he's, out on the field he's got, a body of steal And his mama called twice even though he's off the grid He's a, a fighting machine and a mighty marine But he calls his mama back every chance he gets Cause even superman is still somebody's He's been thinking 'bout the fireworks and summer nights Never thought he'd miss his sister and their stupid fights Never told her how alone he was every time he'd write Cause it's so hard for her to realize That he's out on the field with a body of steal And his mama called twice even though he's off the grid He's a, a fighting machine and a mighty marine But he calls his mama back every chance he gets Cause even superman is still, somebody's kid Even superman is still, somebody's kid
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