I was in an ambush
Behind the enemy lines
Hiding among the bushes
Waiting and Waiting
Then the enemy came
A man without a face
I shot him...dead
Right between the eyes
I walked up to him
Where he was lying
He stared blankly ahead
Face covered in blood
He must've been a fine lad
Young and charming
If I met him in bar
I'd buy him a drink, I promise
But now he just lay there
Without a word, even a smile
What the hell I have done
I didn't even know him
But what else could I do
I was in an ambush
And he was my enemy
Or he really was?
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