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By Anonymous

Cong and paddies, mud and blood

Pour me a drink, forget I exist;

Give me a dollar, leave me be

PTSD got a hold on me.

PTSD got a hold on me.

Who cared when I got home

Broken, tired, angry and lost;

Don’t make up now, it’s too late you see

PTSD got a hold on me.

PTSD got a hold on me.

It don’t ever go away, it can’t

Not without lobotomy,

PTSD got a hold on me.

PTSD got a hold on me.

My war was long ago, it don’t mean nothin’

Not to you or me, not to anyone.

Younger man comes homes today, and just like me

PTSD got a hold on him and me.

PTSD got a hold on him and me.

Only cure known is to avoid the war

Quit sending us off to die,

Leave it alone and let folks be

PTSD got a hold on me.

PTSD got a hold on me.

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