| There’s a moment in the mornings when the birds refuse to sing
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| When the wind blows in it’s cargo and the eyes begin to sting
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| And you can’t see these Elysian Fields for the bodies on the ground
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| So you grope the dead for souvenirs that are lying all around
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| Lay your head down on my pillow and show me heaven
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| Lay your head down on my pillow and show me heaven
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| I killed a little boy today; |
| I put a bayonet in his breast
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| They said I was a hero and pinned a medal on my chest
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| But I will not kill another for now I know it to be wrong
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| That young man had a mother and for her I must be strong
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| So lift your skirt up a little higher and show me heaven
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| Lift your skirt up a little higher and show me heaven
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| In the morning they’ll be waiting and before the day is done
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| I will make my peace with Jesus, I will walk toward the sun
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| And they’ll take me to the bloody war, where the ones before me fell
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| And I’ll go to meet my old friends, yes and my enemies as well
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| So put your sweet lips against my body and show me heaven
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| Put your sweet lips against my body and show me heaven
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| Show me heaven, show me heaven
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| Show me heaven, show me heaven |