| David I said as I lay on my bed
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| Another year’s gone bye
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| You’re starting your parole
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| In the morning they said
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| Please tell her I’m alright
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| Seven more years if only if she can hold on
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| Seven more years and I’ll be home again
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| David you got to tell her that I miss her
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| Tell her I’ll miss every day till then
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| Tell her it ain’t so bad
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| And say you’re my friend
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| Say that I’m ok
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| And tell her too wait for me
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| And I’ll be home again
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| Getting home again getting home again
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| David I said as he started to go
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| Another year’s gone by
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| Won’t you write me some time
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| I’ll miss you, you know
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| But I’ll make out alright
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| Seven more years if only I can hold her
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| Seven more years and I’ll be home again
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| David you got to tell her that I miss her
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| Tell her I’ll miss her every day till then
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| But tell her it ain’t so bad
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| Please tell her my friend
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| Say that I’m ok
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| And tell her to wait for me
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| And I’ll be home again
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| Getting home again getting home again
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| Getting home, getting home again
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| Seven more years if only I can hold on
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| Seven more years and I’ll be home again
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| David you got to tell her that I miss her
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| Tell her that I’ll miss her every day till then
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| I only got seven more years
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| I only got seven more years
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| I know I got only got seven more lousy years
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| I only got seven more years
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| I only got seven more lousy years |