| I can’t hold a glass of wine yet,
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| But they think it’s fun to have me hold a gun,
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| Kill a man, and kill his son.
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| Well, straight down in the yard when
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| Uncle pulled his gun and
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| Sent him off alone fighting blind in dark
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| The wheels just keep on turning
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| The men just keep on marching in
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| I swear to god if you don’t get that letter
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| I will kill myself before they kill me on the line
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| In the end the heart divines
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| In the pictures, we’ll reside
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| Without memories we all fade in time, in time
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| Mother sweeps at night the porch
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| Squints, hardly to discover
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| Baby coming home, but of course
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| She doesn’t to know how or when he will get there
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| Surely needing repair
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| Worries to the bone, gets weaker
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| As the wheels just keep on turning
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| The men just keep on marching in
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| I swear to god if you don’t get that letter
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| I will kill myself before they kill me on the line
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| In the end the heart divines
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| In the pictures, we’ll reside
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| Without memories, we all fade in time, in time
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| 'Ma'am we found his corpse
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| With sincere regret?
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| 'Ma'am we found his corpse
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| With sincere regret?
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| In the end the heart divines
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| In the pictures, we’ll reside
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| Without memories we all fade in time
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| Without memories we all fade in time, in time
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| Without memories we all fade in time, in time
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| Without memories we all fade in time, in time
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| Without memories we all fade in time, in time |