Plastic Ono Band - I Don't Wanna Be A Soldier Mama I Don't Wanna Die Lyrics
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I Don't Wanna Be A Soldier Mama I Don't Wanna Die
I Don't Wanna Be A Soldier Mama I Don't Wanna Die Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For I Don't Wanna Be A Soldier Mama I Don't Wanna Die By Plastic Ono Band?
Well, I don't want to be a soldier mama, I don't want to dieWell, I don't want to be a sailor mama, I don't want to flyWell, I don't want to be a failure mama, I don't want to cryWell, I don't want to be a soldier mama, I don't want to dieOh no, oh no, oh no, oh noWell, I don't want to be a rich man mama, I don't want to cryWell, I don't want to be a poor man mama, I don't want to flyWell, I don't want to be a lawyer mama, I don't want to lieWell, I don't want to be a soldier mama, I don't want to dieOh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, hey!Well, I don't want to be a soldier mama, I don't want to dieWell, I don't want to be a thief now mama, I don't want to flyWell, I don't want to be a churchman mama, I don't want to cryWell, I don't want to be a soldier mama, I don't want to dieOh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, hey!Oh well, I don't want to be a soldier mama, I don't want to dieWell, I don't want to be a sailor mama, I don't want to flyWell, I don't want to be a failure mama, I don't want to cryWell, I don't want to be a soldier mama, I don't want to dieOh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no
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Who Wrote I Don't Wanna Be A Soldier Mama I Don't Wanna Die By Plastic Ono Band?
John Lennon
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