| Look at the white man preparing for war
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| Takes one look at his wife one last time
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| Look at the white man declaring the war
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| Over and out like a charlie no more
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| Look at the white man he’s fashioned a list
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| Look at the poor boy, he’s dead from his own war
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| And enjoy the silence for the last twenty four
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| And no one belongs here, no one belongs, doesn’t belong here
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| They put me in a coffin and they buried me in a trench
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| I’m dying like a maggot, can you smell the stench?
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| They put my love life on life support
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| They threw me in the dungeon like I never was born
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| And no one belongs here
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| And no one belongs here
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| No one belongs here
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| Something to save
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| An image you’re painting in a house of yesterday (house of yesterday)
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| Rip out the pages and set them ablaze
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| As you lay down in your grave (lay down in your grave)
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| Something to save
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| A vanishing grave yard in a house of yesterday (house of yesterday)
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| Rip out the pages and set them ablaze
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| As you lay down in your grave (lay down in your grave)
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| Yesterday
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| Yesterday
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| Yesterday
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| Something to save
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| An image you’re painting in a house of yesterday (house of yesterday)
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| Brush it aside
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| There’s always tomorrow as you lay down in your grave (lay down in your grave)
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| Something to save
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| An image you’re painting in a house of yesterday (house of yesterday)
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| Rip out the pages and set them ablaze
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| As you lay down in your grave (lay down in your grave) |