| The soldier asked my name and did I come here very often
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| Well I thought that he was asking me to dance
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| In my holy coat and hat and him in his red bonnet
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| We’d have made a lovely couple but we never had the chance
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| And now you say that you’ve got to go
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| Well if you must you must
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| I suppose that you need the sleep of the just
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| Well it was a powerful day and there were black crows in the road
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| And I kept my strong opinions to my chest
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| I suppose I should have told them that I was on fire for you
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| When the bus burst into flames outside some place
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| «The Poet’s Rest»
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| A girl woke up in a naked light and said «Oh no not again»
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| He even looked like her brother in the army
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| But she never mentions him
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| He’ll be tucked up in his bed tonight
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| With his dirty-pictures girl
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| Saying, «You're some mother’s daughter you know or is it
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| Immaterial girl?»
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| Now she’s pinned up upon the barracks wall in her home town
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| All the soldiers taking turns with their attentions
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| And as they speculate what she’d look like
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| Beneath that thin nightgown
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| His family pride was rising up as he cast his eyes down |