| Just a couple more days' son, things are looking up today
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| Set the date for the parade and ticker tape the city
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| Cos the blood on your hands has become nothing
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| You’re coming home boy through hell and high water
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| But Johnny, see well he ain’t coming
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| It proved too much to take, he blew away the heartache
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| With an army issue but he ain’t no, no he ain’t no KIA
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| It just proved too much to take
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| He said «there ain’t no better days for me»
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| «cos' all my friends are fading day to day»
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| Tell me is this what you’re reading;
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| Would you believe me when I say?
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| That the light that shined is dying dimming grey
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| And it’s a minor melody, fading in front of me
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| Another vacation day in the sun setting on no horizon
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| As the phantom six-gun shooter lingers along
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| And day by day man I decay
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| And loose a hold of a heart too young to break
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| I say the harmony you read we see in the dying eyes
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| And you know nothing at all
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| It just proved too much to take
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| He said «there ain’t no better days for me»
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| «cos' all my friends are fading day to day»
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| Tell me is this what you’re reading;
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| Would you believe me when I say?
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| That the light that shined is dying dimming grey
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| And it’s a minor melody, fading in front of me
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| And I say I’ve reached the brink, and that there ain’t no better days
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| Cos' it’s a minor melody, fading in front of, fading in front of me |