| Snow hard up against my doorway
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| And it’s falling twice as fast
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| Funny I was just thinking of you my friend
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| How long you were gonna last
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| Driving those blizzards cross Europe
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| Snow chains on you back
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| 64 feet of mobile thunder, leaving a ten wheel track
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| It’s good to hear from you, go easy when you can
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| My day is better for your letter from Amsterdam
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| I stand alone by the Cenotaph
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| Where the unknown soldier lies
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| And it’s somewhere out there that you are
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| This freedom angel died
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| To save us from depression
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| Today I look around, boys our age and younger
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| I fear we let them down
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| It’s good to hear from you, go easy when you can
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| My day is better for your letter from Amsterdam
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| The town square’s disappearing
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| It drifts up to my knees
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| Midnight silence deafening
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| And my feet begin to freeze
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| Is it because we don’t remember?
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| We cannot understand?
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| But me and the unknown soldier
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| Got your letter from Amsterdam |