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He never closed his eyes |
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Or so we theorized |
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But we were young and bold |
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And he was mostly old |
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And his time nearly done |
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He came back from a war |
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On some forgotten shore |
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And sat and watched |
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The world |
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And never said a word |
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And so I asked for one |
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Watching waiting |
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Old man tell me what have we become |
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Anticipating |
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All the hating that was yet undone |
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He turned around and stared into the sun |
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He fought for things so clear |
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And never thought he'd fear |
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A brother or his child |
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Or killing having style |
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Watch the colors run |
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Watching waiting |
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Old man tell me what have we become, oh yeah |
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Anticipating |
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All the hating that was yet undone |
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He turned around and stared into the sun |
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And now he only hears |
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And his eyes they only tear |
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So tread most carefully |
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For he's still listening |
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Watch the colors run |
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Watching waiting |
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Old man tell me what have we become, oh yeah yeah |
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Anticipating |
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All the hating that was yet undone |
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He turned around and stared into the sun |
