| They took their kids in their teenage years
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| Fitted them out with combat gear
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| Filled their hearts with mortal fear and sent them away
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| Some came home their pants in creases
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| Some came home in bits and pieces
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| The president made a lot of speeches and went fishing for the day
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| Cause they have short memories, they forget it all so quickly
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| They have short memories, now it’s gone
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| They have short memories, it disappears just like quicksilver
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| They have short memories, now it’s gone
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| My Daddy was in Nicosia, Egypt and North Korea
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| He came back to a good career, shovelling coal
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| I was just the village lout I never got my finger out
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| I never wanted for anything still I broke and entered and stole
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| You can’t stop a train or catch the rain drops
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| As they come falling
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| Sure there’ll be another war
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| Sure as sure the call-up will come calling
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| They took their kids in their teenage years
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| Gave them a God that they could fear
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| Said they could kill but not drink beer
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| And sent them away
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| Some came home in a body bag
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| Some came home wrapped in a flag
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| And on each toe there hung a tag saying there’ll be more someday
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| …now it’s gone, now it’s gone, now it’s gone |