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The homecoming fanfare is echoing still |
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Now tapping on tables and sensing a chill |
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Poor families expecting loved one's return |
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Only summon some charlatan spectre |
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Oh when will they learn |
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You hung the moon |
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From a gallows in the sky |
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Choked out the light |
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In his blue lunar eye |
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The shore is a parchment |
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The sea has no tide |
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Since he was taken from my side |
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The lines of the fallen are viewed through a glass |
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You cannot touch them at all |
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Or hear their footfall just as they go past |
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The drunken ground is where they are bound |
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You hung the moon |
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From a gallows in the sky |
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Choked out the light |
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In his blue lunar eye |
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The shore is a parchment |
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The sea has no tide |
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Since he was taken from my side |
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So slap out his terrors |
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And sneer at his tears |
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We deal with deserters like this |
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From the breech to the barrel the bead we will level |
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Break earth with a shovel quick march on the double |
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Lower him shallow like tallow down in the abyss |
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You hung the moon |
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From a gallows in the sky |
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Choked out the light |
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In his blue lunar eye |
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The shore is a parchment |
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The sea has no tide |
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|
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Since he was taken from my side |
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Since he was taken from my side |
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The homecoming fanfare is echoing still |
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