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Come here and look through the window Marie |
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Open up the shutters,tell me what you see |
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Was that his knock that i heard at the door |
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Or is it six white horses coming down the road |
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Come here and touch me and say that it's alright |
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You know that to my eyes the days are as the nights |
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Read again the letter that tells me where he's gone |
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To hell with the fighting i want my son home |
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I taught him to fish and i taught him to be strong |
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I taught him that killing any man was wrong |
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But tommorrow in battle i'd run to where he stood |
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If the help of a blind man would do any good |
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Last night i went to his room for awhile |
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I've touched all the things that he used as a child |
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I rocked the cradle where he used to lay |
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I found his tin soldiers and threw them away |
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Come here and look through the window Marie |
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Open up the shutters,tell me what you see |
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Was that his knock that i heard at the door |
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Or is it six white horses coming up the road |
