| I was all out of money
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| And down on my luck
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| Stop me a ride in the back of a truck
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| It’s times like this
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| When I’m lonesome and blue
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| I pull out my picture of you
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| I may be a drifter
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| With time on my hands
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| Maybe I never fitted into your plans
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| But when I need you, you always come through
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| I pull out my picture
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| My picture of you
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| It’s faded in tone
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| It’s been through the war
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| We gone and got ourselves in
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| I can’t give up, and you’re on surrender
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| So it’s back to the trenches
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| Again
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| If a soldier of love
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| Is what I must be
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| I carry some comfort around here with me
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| It’s times like this
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| When I’m lonesome and blue
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| I pull out my picture of you
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| It’s faded in tone
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| It’s been through the war
|
| We gone and got ourselves in
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| Well I can’t give up, and you’re on surrender
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| So it’s back to the trenches
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| Again
|
| If a soldier of love
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| Is what I must be
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| I carry some comfort around here with me
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| It’s times like this
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| When I’m lonesome and blue
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| All I gotta do
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| Is pull out my picture of you
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| My picture of you
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| My picture of you |