| There’s a brown shirt swapped for a thin blue tie
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| There’s a black truth swapped for a thin blue lie
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| There’s a slim man sporting a clean cut dream
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| There’s a slim man courting a wide extreme
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| There’s a fly-blown flag in a dry-bone town
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| There will be no ships because they’ve all gone down
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| There’s a man with a medal but he’ll never sleep
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| There are guns in his head, they say the war was cheap
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| There are heaped up dreams on the mounds of slag
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| There are moped up tears as the hours drag
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| There’s a suitcase gone and there’s an empty drawer
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| There’s a broken cup lying on the floor
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| There are questions asked in the house tonight
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| There’s a wife been involved in a pillow fight
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| There’s a husband there who she hardly knows
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| There’s a patched up dream for a winter rose
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| There’s a soft touch finally come to blows |