| I found a soldier in a box
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| A souvenir that someone lost at such a cost
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| The cemetery gates were closed
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| Only the humming birds would smell the flowers brought for ghosts
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| There’s not much fame or fortune
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| For the fortuneteller selling fortunes to the broke
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| Soldier in a box… he’s mighty lonely
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| Soldier in a box… he’s nothing special
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| He’s serenading himself cuz nobody’s there
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| He’s celebrating himself cuz nobody cares
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| He’s serenading himself
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| «No need to say this letter better get to where he lays his head!"she said
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| Seventeen months of wondering why she forgot to send her thoughts was all he got instead
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| Her soldier in a box… he’s mighty lonely
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| Soldier in a box… he’s nothing special
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| He’s serenading himself cuz nobody’s there
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| He’s celebrating himself cuz nobody’s there
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| He’s serenading himself
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| He’s serenading himself cuz nobody’s there
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| He’s celebrating himself cuz nobody cares
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| He’s serenading himself cuz nobody’s there
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| He’s celebrating himself cuz nobody cares
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| He’s serenading himself cuz nobody’s there
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| He’s celebrating himself cuz nobody cares |