| I always knew that you would
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| 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
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| And the army issue green
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| For the past eight weeks
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| I can tell where you’ve been
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| For, I knew, I could see, it was all cut and tied to me
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| There was soldier’s blue blood streaming inside your veins
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| There is a world outside of this room and
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| 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 so 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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| For, I knew, I could see, it was all cut and tied to me
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| There was soldier’s blue blood streaming inside your veins
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| There is a world outside of this room and
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| When you meet it promise me
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| You won’t meet it with your gun taking aim
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| I don’t mean to argue
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| They’ve made a decent boy of you and
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| I don’t mean to spoil your homecoming
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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 pit a pat
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| With a patriotic sound
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| When you see the stripes of old glory waving?
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| For, I knew, I could see, it was all cut and tied to me
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| There was soldier’s blue blood streaming inside your veins
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| There is a world outside of this room and
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| When you meet it promise me
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| You won’t meet it with your gun
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| I don’t mean to argue
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| They’ve made a decent boy of you
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| I don’t mean to spoil your homecoming, 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
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| At making men |