| Found his memoirs in an old junk shop
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| Dated from 1916
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| Sentenced to death while still shell-shocked
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| For deserting the infantry
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| Blindfold on and one step back
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| No need to get upset
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| Don’t be hasty with the trigger boys
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| Let him smoke his one last cigarette
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| Down in the hospital on the 9th ward
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| An old man scratches his head
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| Reaching into his bedside drawer
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| He waits 'til the nurse is downstairs
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| 'I'm nearly cured I’ve been so brave
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| And there’s no need to fret
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| I’m gonna really quit this time
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| Let me smoke my one last cigarette'
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| Straight as a corkscrew
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| As bright as the night
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| Blind to the horror
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| Blind to the very horror of this sorry life
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| The awkward girl with a broken heart
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| Smashes her mirror until it fractures
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| Leaning down she picks up a shard
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| And ponders to question her actions
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| A selfish act, she’s full aware
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| But the best one she’s done yet
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| With tired eyes and steady hands
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| She’ll smoke her one last cigarette
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| Straight as a corkscrew
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| As bright as the night
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| Blind to the horror
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| Blind to the very horror of this sorry life |