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I could tell he'd had a tough life |
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By the way he sat and stared |
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And me, I'd come to push and shove |
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So I pulled up a chair. |
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We talked of roads untraveled |
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We talked of love untrue |
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Of strings that come unraveled |
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We were kings and kindred fools |
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And just when |
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I'd hit bottom |
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That old man raised his glass |
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And said at least we had our chances |
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There's those who never have. |
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So here's to all the soldiers |
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Who have ever died in vain |
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The insane locked up in themselves |
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The homeless down on |
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Main To those who stand on empty shores |
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And spit against the wind |
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And those who wait forever |
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For ships that don't come in. |
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He said it's only life's illusions |
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That bring us to this bar |
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To pick up these old crutches |
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And compare each other's scars ' |
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Cuz the things we're calling heartache |
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Hell, they're hardly worth our time |
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We bitch about a dollar |
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When there's those without a dime. |
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And as he ordered one last round |
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He said I guess we can't complain |
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God made life a gamble |
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And we're still in the game. |
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So here's to all the soldiers |
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Who have ever died in vain |
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The insane locked up in themselves |
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The homeless down on |
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Main To those who stand on empty shores |
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And spit against the wind |
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And those who wait forever |
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For ships that don't come in. |