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Pappalardi-Rea-West |
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Oh can you tell me Oh how the joy |
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Passed from his childhood That's not my boy |
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I see he's finished, he's run his race |
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We're not his family that's not his face |
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We taught him well And from his youth |
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He knew he always Must know the truth |
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He left his country to go to war |
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When he returned, he'd found we closed the door |
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But we never dreamed when he was leaving |
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That he would taste the flowers of evil |
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I know his habit was not so bad |
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When for fifty dollars it could be had |
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But now he' home to his promised land |
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And what he needs got to cost a Grand |
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When he'd been home for six month's time |
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My son he told me, he'd made up his mind |
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He's re-enlisted for three years more |
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It's too expensive to stop this war |
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Oh can you tell me Oh how the joy |
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Passed from his childhood That's not my boy |
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He's re-enlisted for three years more |
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Is the price of peace worth the price of war? |
