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Recorded @ StarCraft Studio Mixed & Mastered @ Third Eye Sound Studio, Florida lyrics RBeaton 2026 Same dust on their boots, same calloused hands Same kind of prayers in a foreign land Both learned how to tie a knot real tight Both told what’s wrong, both told what’s right One grew up by a river bend One by rails where the highways end Different flags stitched on their sleeves Same old hunger, same need to believe Voices on the radio, talking brave and loud Never tasted blood, never stood in the crowd Two soldiers standing face to face Same fear in their eyes, same heart rate If the lines were moved, if the names were changed They’d be sharing a drink, laughing just the same But the orders came down, and the truth got bent By men who never pay the rent For the lives they spend Two soldiers… who could’ve been friends One was told he’s saving the world One was told he’s stopping the curse Both fed stories polished clean Of heroes made and enemies Same age photos tucked in their packs Same hands shaking before the attack If they spoke the same language tonight They’d find they’re asking the same damn “why?” Maps on a table, lines in red Decisions signed by men safe in bed Two soldiers standing face to face Same fear in their eyes, same heart rate If the lines were moved, if the names were changed They’d be sharing a drink, laughing just the same But the orders came down, and the truth got bent By men who never pay the rent For the lives they spend Two soldiers… who could’ve been friends (32 bar electric guitar solo) If they met on a different street Different time, different shoes on their feet They’d talk about home, complain about work Argue music, politics, laugh at the hurt But tonight there’s a trigger between their hands And a story neither one of them planned Who wins when the ground runs red? Who remembers what the leaders said? Two soldiers, same flesh and bone Both thinking they’re fighting to get back home Same mothers hoping, same tears unpaid Same graves waiting if a call’s misplayed And the powerful sleep while the young ones fall Writing history on a prison wall Two soldiers… answering the call When the smoke clears and the banners fade What’s left of the choices that somebody made? Just two names carved in weathered stone Proving none of us ever fight alone Two soldiers… Two soldiers…