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All is quiet his tired eyes |
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see figures jotted down |
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And clothes all strewn around |
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the bedroom floor |
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Now nothing's adding up |
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And nothing's making sense |
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She's sleeping like a baby |
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She doesn't know he wasn't meant for this |
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I'm missing the war |
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I'm missing the war all night |
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Missing the war |
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He drove home again |
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Pissed and beaten |
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Its really no big deal |
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It happens all the time |
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Its no big deal |
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I'm missing the war |
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I'm missing the war all night |
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Missing the war |
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I'm missing the war |
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'Till beads of sunlight hit me in the morning |
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So much time so little to say |
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Time may fly |
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And dreams may die |
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The shaking voice that tells him go |
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Still thinks he might |
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He knows he won't |
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I'm missing the war |
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Missing the war all night |
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Missing the war |
