| So the air’s getting colder
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| And the news keeps us scared
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| We still wrestle this summer
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| From the bones of our tired and blistered hands
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| 'Cause tonight we got drinks
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| And just a couple of friends
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| And the girl that my brother likes is finally talking to him
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| And his chest is all swelled like he’s proud and happy
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| Like he’s got a great idea
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| Like he’s making a memory
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| Wake up and come out to the car
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| There’s an east swell coming
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| And it’s howling off shore and we’ll be
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| Lying like lions out in the sands
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| But I’ll be dead before you put a gun in my brother’s hands
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| So we make jokes back at home
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| And we lighten the mood
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| But growing up my parents saw
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| What sending a kid to fight can really do
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| Now with the war I can tell they’re a little shook up
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| 'Cause just a few mother’s sons will never really be enough
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| Not 'til half of our names are etched out in a wall
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| And the other half ruined from the things we saw
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| Wake up and come out to the car
|
| There’s an east swell coming
|
| And it’s howling off shore and we’ll be
|
| Lying like lions out in the sands
|
| But I’ll be dead before you put a gun in my brother’s hands
|
| Wake up and come out to the car
|
| There’s an east swell coming
|
| And it’s howling off shore and we’ll be
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| Lying like lions out in the sands
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| But I’ll be dead before you put a gun in my brother’s hands |