| «Here's to your endeavors
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| Make 'em big and bold»
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| His last words I remember
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| Every time my feet get cold
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| His breath began to labor
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| I felt my tears pour out
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| Then grandma brang in the one thing
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| He most cared about
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| Oh yeah, it was a brown flight jacket
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| It said Hell From Above
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| Grampa gave it to me
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| On his death bed with his love
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| Brown flight jacket
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| Live till you die
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| I’m tail spinning on fire
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| And falling to deep water from the sky
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| He’d tried to calm his panic
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| When he hit the sea
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| A Japanese destroyer
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| Fished him out inhumanly
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| They clubbed him with their rifles
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| And dumped him in Bataan
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| He weighed less than 100 pounds
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| When they finally rescued him
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| Oh yeah, it was his brown flight jacket
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| Left in my care
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| I’m wrapped up in my fathers
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| As I pirouette and plummet through the air
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| I thread my arms into his sleeves
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| (Son of his son)
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| But I kid myself
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| He fought his fear and won
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| We all can’t live in razzle-dazzle days
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| But I won’t go from thing to thing to… whatever pays
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| Oh yeah, it was a brown flight jacket
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| Hell From Above
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| Grampa gave it to me
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| On his death bed with his love
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| Brown flight jacket
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| Live till you die
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| I’m tail spinning on fire
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| And falling to deep water from the sky
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| Deep water… |