| Commodore, commodore, commodore
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| Well save yourself
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| The cellars cold but dry
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| Commodore, commodore, commodore
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| Well grab your coat
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| The wind’ll blow out your eyes
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| Well this closet’s not cold
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| With the embers in my hair
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| Even papa sleeps tonight
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| Mama said the war will end
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| Just as soon as it began
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| But then why do we sit and hide?
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| Commodore oh why?
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| Commodore, commodore
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| Hide those books
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| Your candles will keep you warm tonight
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| Commodore, commodore, commodore
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| When they knock your place
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| Drown the cellar light
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| Well this closet’s not cold
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| With the embers in my hair
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| Even papa sleeps tonight
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| Mama said the war will end
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| Just as soon as it began
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| But then why do we sit and hide?
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| Commodore oh why?
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| It’s the blackest of the nights
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| And the moon won’t shine it’s light
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| And the streets stained red so brighte
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| Well this closet’s not cold
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| With the embers in my hair
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| Even papa sleeps tonight
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| Mama said the war will end
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| Just as soon as it began
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| But then why do we sit and hide?
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| Mama said the war will the end
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| Just as soon as it began
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| Even Papa slept tonight
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| But no not me i sat and stared
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| Out the window to the streets
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| And saw men and women die
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| My god my god oh why?
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| My god oh why?
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| My god oh why?
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| My god oh why? |