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There was once an accordion player who didn't go to war. |
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His mother said I know all you wanna do is play but can't you see what's going on? |
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It's not about you anymore, |
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It's not about you anymore. |
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It's not about you anymore, |
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It's not about you anymore. |
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It's not about you anymore, |
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It's not about you anymore. |
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And so he stayed and played at home until they burned it down. |
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And when there was no bench to sit on he would just sit on the ground. |
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And when he held his wounded friend in his arms and death was all around. |
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He said, |
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It's not about you anymore, |
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It's not about you anymore. |
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It's not about you anymore, |
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It's not about you anymore. |
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It's not about you anymore, |
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It's not about you anymore. |
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Oh Mother, I could die a hero and bring glory to our home. |
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And what would you do in a house full of glory if you had to live there alone, |
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Live there alone, |
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Live there alone, |
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Live there alone, |
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Live there alone |
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So I'd rather play this song. |
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I want to die playing, |
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I want to die playing, |
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I want to die playing, |
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I want to die playing, |
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I want to die playing, |
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I want to die playing, |
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I want to die playing, |
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I want to die playing, |
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I want to die playing, |
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I want to die playing. |
