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When the time comes put my feet in the water |
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it's not as warm as I expect |
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will I go down like a preachers son? |
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will I come back up like a world war vet? |
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will I watch my brothers die? |
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speak true words into their lives? |
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will I hold them close and tell them why the life they led was sacrifice |
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I don't know much |
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but I know about love |
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and how it hurts me to give up |
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it hurts me to give up |
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when the time comes put my hands on the table |
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they are examined for what they are |
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a long life line that's been cut short |
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by the road, the time, the battle scars |
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what I would give to be back home |
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where the sunsets over the water |
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someone save me from these preachers sons |
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save me from their daughters |
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still I don't know much but |
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but I know about love |
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and how it hurts me to give up |
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it hurts me to give up |
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why do we always say we're fine when it's obvious we lie |
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why don't we ever tell the truth |
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what do we got to lose? |
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and I don't know much |
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but I know about love |
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and how it hurts me to give up |
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it hurts me to give up |
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and I don't know much |
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but I know about love |
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and hot it hurts me to give up |
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it hurts me to give up |