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Well, he was born, his father's pride and joy |
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His young life scored before it began |
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Dressed up in blue, his mother's only boy |
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Someday this child would have to be a man |
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He went to school, shiny and white as pearl |
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They did not teach things he should learn |
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Things he would need in this deceitful world |
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Which way to run or which way to turn |
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He became strong, everyone looked to him |
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One of the boys, a beacon in the night |
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And when he spoke, people would gather in |
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They would stay close, he'd make them feel all right |
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One, one precious life |
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Only a memory tonight |
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One, one precious life |
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Only a memory to light |
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The years of tenderness |
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Make them burn bright |
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He wasn't scared, he had no fear at all |
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Said his goodbyes and marched off to war |
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And as he looked back he heard his mother call |
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Said she'd be waiting at heaven's door |
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Soon to be killed, left on a muddy field |
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And all of his thoughts were scattered just like seeds |
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And he never knew, threw up his arms and reeled |
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He felt no pain, his heart start to bleed |
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One, one precious life |
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Only a memory tonight |
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One, one precious life |
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Only a memory to light |
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The years of tenderness |
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Make them burn bright |
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Only a memory tonight |
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One, one, one precious life |
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Only a memory to light |
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The years of tenderness |
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Make them burn, burn, burn |
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Burn |
