Mike Posner – Miley Cyrus (Guitar)

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 When I was a young man I carried my pack

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And lived the free live of the rover

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I smoked on sativa, guitar on my back

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And played my little songs all over

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But in two-thousand-ten my country said: 'Son

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It's time to stop rambling, there's work to be done.'

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And they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun

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And they flew me away to the war

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And the DJ played Miley Cyrus,

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'A Party In The USA'

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Yeah, the DJ played Miley Cyrus,

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And we flew to the Afghan that day

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I remember the day our orders came in

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I was scared, my stomach was sinking

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And when Martinez got shot I cried with my gun, Pow

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And I fired right back without blinking

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And we moved down the range, we pumped ourselves well

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We chased them with bullets, we showered them with shells

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And in ten minutes flood we blown them to hell

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 I thought of my mum in Atlanta

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Because she always loved Miley Cyrus,

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'A Party In The USA'

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Though the words seemed to take on new meaning

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As I turned nineteen on that day

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I looked at my brothers who'd once been young boys

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And their eyes have gone black from the slaughters

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And for ten weary weeks I kept myself for life

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As we moved down the range towards the water

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But then one day a shell knocked my ass over head

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And when I woked up in my hospital bed

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And when I saw what it had done I wished I was dead

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I never knew there were worse things than dying

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And the nurses hummed Miley Cyrus,

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As the doctors explained what was wrong

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Yeah, the nurses hummed Miley Cyrus,

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But I no longer cared for that song

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They collected the wounded, the crippled, the maimed

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And they flew us all home to Atlanta

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The armless, the legless, the blind and the insane

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I wore fatigues and blood red bandanas

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We landed on the same runway we'd lefted on February

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And when I looked down where my legs used to be

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I thanked God that no one was waiting for me

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To grieve and to mourn and to pity

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And the DJ played Miley Cyrus, again

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'A Party In The USA'

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And no one cheered they just stared at us

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And slowly turned their heads away

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Yes, they slowly turned their heads away