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I always knew that you would, take yourself far from home |
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As soon as, as far as you could go |
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By the quarter inch cut of your hair, and the army issue green |
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For the past eight weeks I can tell where you've been |
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For I knew, I could see, it was all cut and dried to me |
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There was soldier's blue blood streamin' inside your veins |
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There is a world outside of this room, and when you meet it promise me |
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You won't meet it with your gun |
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So now you are one, of the brave few |
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It's awful sad we need boys like you |
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I hope the day never comes for |
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Here's your live round son |
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Stock and barrel, safety, trigger, here's your gun |
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Well I knew, I could see, it was all cut and dried to me |
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There was soldiers blue blood streamin' inside your veins |
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There is a world outside of this room, and when you meet it promise me |
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You won't meet it with your gun takin' aim |
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For I don't mean to argue, they've made a decent boy of you |
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And I don't mean to spoil your home comin' |
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But baby brother you should expect me to |
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Stock and barrel, safety, trigger, here's your gun |
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So now does your heart, pitter pat with a patriotic song |
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When you see the stripes of old glory waving? |
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Well I knew, I could see, it was all cut and dried to me |
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There was soldier's blue blood streamin' inside your veins |
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There is a world outside of this room and when you meet it promise me |
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You won't meet it with your gun takin' aim |
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I don't mean to argue, they've made a decent boy of you |
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And I don't mean to spoil your homecomin' my baby brother Jude |
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And I don't mean to hurt you by saying this again |
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They're so good at making soldiers |
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But they're not as good at making men |
